Note, treble, clef
The swaying baton
A symphony for the deaf
It’s coming undone
The orchestra plays
These funeral hymns
Audience rotting in decay
Resonating in lyrical sin
In this musical I destruct
Feel the crescendo build
A climatic dirge to conduct
With this deadly orgasm I wield
The bouncing staccato
A parasitic bravado
As the band plays on
Measure by measure
This necromantic pleasure
Saturates this tragic love song
On the baton waves
With the falling of action
Making them roll over in the grave
Morbid, vile reactions
Brass, percussions, strings
Hear the demons sing
As this emotional forte stings
Its murder in the wings
Now they feel the burn
That empty sensation
Like ashes in the urn
As this play nears cremation
With a standing ovation
Catching a white rose
Celebrating this creation
That I decompose
Author notes
*takes a bow* enjoy.
A contest entry
- Experiment by Dienush.
3550 points, ended January 31, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I have noticed a lot of your poetry has a lyrical quality to it. I could imagine a song coming grom them quite easily. I have to agree with the comment below mine though, You have an amazing way with words!
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Awesome!!! And Playful!
Love the reversing of everything in this write. The end is a great beginning and a wonderful finish. Oh yes, on purpose I figure. Just metaphor me why don't cha? LOL. Great write, some awesome mono rhymes here and plenty of diversity here that saunters around as if it owns this write. I love it!!!!
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Wow, you really did a great job with the music metaphor theme. I love this. I haven't seen anything in this that I have any suggestion for.
As for my experiment, I don't think you were one of the subjects, were you?
Thanks a lot for your entry
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nope, i'm brand new here joined 2 days ago. Thanks for your comments. I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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