From sitar’s titillating twang
to wood flute’s serene shrill:
I am enthralled.
As First Nation drums bring
beating rhythm to my soul,
competing with heart’s timbre:
I am taken.
Give me mystical melodies,
crystal clear canticles, speaking
to parts of my spirit untouched:
lulling me closer to bliss.
Exotic sweet guitars pull me,
calling from afar, wholly
leaving me: entranced.
A contest entry
- If Music Could Speak to Poetry . . . by and the tide rises.
500 points, ended September 8, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything by Madison Mary.
1000 points, ended September 18, 2007, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like the brevity and lull of this. It's cadence pulls me slowly into it but lets me out a bit too soon. I want to know more & to engage in an experience fully. This gives me a taste but not enough to be sure what I'm eating.
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I love ambient music.... Sigh....
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Almost majestical this poem rings of musical beauty - loved it! More, more, more!
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"Give me mystical melodies,
crystal clear canticles, speaking
to parts of my spirit untouched:
lulling me closer to bliss."
Ahhh, this is very prettiful, Poet. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
Wanda
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amazing
your imagry is so convincing i can feel/hear/see it
thanks
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Thanks dear friend, you are always an inspiration.
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