Soft sounds slipping...
Silk or satin curtains, heavy
So they barely ruffle in the wind,
Dark-colored, burgundy perhaps.
Fallen, their solidity blocks the light.
Soft, satin darkness is a comfort at times.
But tie them back and sun glints through,
The curtains shine.
The sound of the silk
Rustling in the morning breeze
Is almost like a lady's skirts,
Ruffling against each other as she dances.
Her pale calves flash, as her bare feet
Tap against the wooden floor.
The heavy-curtained windows beckon
To a perfume-colored room.
Where beaded-costume beauties invite
And inspire you.
Author notes
an attempt to describe the place in my mind that inspiration comes from...
Mt. Helicon was the mountain frequented by the muses
Written July 12th, 2005
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this is a very descriptive poem, i love the author notes, they explain it well. Good job with this, oh and thanks for the comment on my french poem! Keep up the good work! xXxXx <3
*Jordan**
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I like this. I wish I could pay that much attention to the details of simple things, like the way you painted the picture of curtains being drawn back... beautiful. Thanks for the comment on my stuff, and great job on this!
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oooh i loved it :I i want those curtains!!! i have an obession with soft things like silk so this is awesome! i want to touch the curtains right now in fact
great write
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Amazing description, i love it. Wish i had those curtains now lol jk. I love the style, seen clearly, and done amazingly by a creative mind. Great job ^-^
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You make extensive use of onomatopea in this poem, which yields quite effective results making the imagery clearer, for example;
"The sound of the silk
Rustling in the morning breeze
Is almost like a lady's skirts,
Ruffling against each other as she dances."
I liked this, you've taken a slow pace, allowing the reader to have the full experience of the poem. Great job!
And thanks for your comment on my poem
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