Her delicate ivory fingers
Gracefully touched the keys of her piano;
For to her,
The world was a stage.
The front stage portrayed the eloquence of her beauty,
While the back was faded,
Her true essence hidden among the sable night sky.
A reality and fantasy,
She described as her
“Black and White”
A solo depiction of classical opera,
Entwined thereof a contemporary expression.
She sashayed alongside the stage
Of beaming gold lights;
In her elegant gown,
And the sparkle in her eye,
Were like that of little fireflies
Lighting up the blackened sky.
She chanted her sweet, sweet melodies;
As the people stood in stillness,
Of complete awe to listen to the sounds of pure harmony.
A theatrical aspiring dream at night,
A complete truth come to life in the day;
For this woman knew not how to convey the true colours of the world,
As her sense of self was blurred to a gray;
Black and white was but only just a cliché.
Author notes
Bella babie
A contest entry
- Black and White by Pisces Pieces.
875 points, ended June 8, 2007, 24 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Black, White, And Shades of Gray. -Contrast- by sleepingINblackRain.
700 points, ended November 9, 2007, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - To the Stage! Theatre Poetry by Black-Moon.
315 points, ended April 14, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow. this is cool. black/white/grey=great. i like it, the picture you painted of this woman.
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Ah perfect for the contest, best of luck to you.
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Wonderful
Beauitful artistic. I felt as though a story was being painted infront of my eyes. and the lyrics acompanied the songs. Very well written, detailed vissuals. Wonderful write -
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a write well worthy of the Gold Trophy earned
. If there is one single thing that I personally might want to change is that in the beginning and end you do write about her and the things that she DID, but in the middle "she sashays"<-----which puts it in the present , and thereby was a bit of a stumbling block as I was reading. This is not meant as an attack on your write, merely an observation that you may or may not take into consideration,
Blessed Be,
reenie
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yes
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Very original and well crafted, well told story! I like the whole expression, right to the last line.
Thank you for entering.
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