Chords, like clusters of sweet grapes, squeezed together
Doke, yet biting as the fiery liquid warming the throat
Expressions of ecstasy while the music plays on
Fermata, to prolong the pleasure and romance ignited
Grave times and happy times, both affecting the heart
Accelerando, our blood pumping, nearing the crescendo
Baroque or modern, what matters is if it touches the soul.
A contest entry
- The Music In Me Comes From Your Soul by HerbalGoat.
405 points, ended November 24, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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I like how you made the acrostic a musical scale; very clever. I like your use and the tone of it all. Great job!
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Very well written poem, keep it up!


