Breaking the silence of the moonlit night,
heard are only sounds of cricket in serenade.
A humming travels the silver tracks lines,
from distant miles in stereophonic marinade.
The lonesome sad trill of the Whippoorwill,
joins in streams of rising symphonic crescendo.
And a lone wolf's howl at the silver Moon still,
soothes the savage breast in melodic innuendo.
Hums turn to rumbles as drum beats pound,
as steel wheels screech in high c soprano.
Harmonizing with the baritone heavy sound,
of rail cars in a Conga line dance fandango.
As the train who's named the Silver Streak,
it's thundering "hum chugga chugga" passes by.
Sparkling in the night beneath pale starlight,
Fades away on streams of Moon beams.
~~Suseann~~
9/16/2006
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Written September 16th, 2006
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This was rather dreamy with nature like dancing in the breeze lovely writing Suseann.Your nature ones are really amazing.
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Wow, this is an exquisite write, jammed packed with metaphors of musical connotations and nature theatre. This is really quite extraordinary. Fantastic job!
Belle
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soothes the savage breast in melodic innuendo... this is a great line, and a pleasant read.
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a night's fantasy of magic sounds
Metaphoric poetry, loved this from top to end, all unique,
sounds and creatures in concert with a mystery train in the
make....this was superb ,,, i loved it ,,just loved it, one of my fav's from you....bravo
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