Music whispers inside flowery souls
not too loud, just like beat of a heart,
captured in violin strings, a rhythm,
that, once listened, just can't be torn apart.
Fresh horizons belie depths of each chord
struck with the magic of the master's touch,
Vibrations of ages cling to each note,
waiting to be woken from slumber's clutch.
Moonbeam's ethereal shroudings color
silvery strings of the violin so bright,
even as music awakes the divines
from the celestial wraps of the night.
Author notes
Option 5 - Music (as beautiful and wonderful as stars)
I am writing about the instrumental music from Violin
A contest entry
- Heaps of good options, please enter! by Peachy.
600 points, ended February 29, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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corect me if I'm wrong but I think you mean option 5 not 3? or you havn't read my rules?
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Thank you for your comment. I have corrected the AN.
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What wonderful imagery and rythm
and flow. You really captured out
imagination. great job on this.
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Wow!
Excellent imagery, amazing poem, it was truly magnificent.
I loved the word use, this poem did justice to the violin and I have a question: do you play it yourself?
Great use of metaphors as well.
Good Luck in the contest!
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Hey,
Very happy to know you liked the entry, and many thanks for the kind words and the applause! I enjoy Violin music a lot, and my brother plays it well, but unfortunately I do not. I do play guitar though..
Hugz,
Sunflower.
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Well done!
A lovely poem. Some great imagery. Just a suggestion: In line 4, once listened...once heard (?)
Best of luck in the contest. -
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Hi,
Really happy to know you liked it, and thanks so much for the kind comments and suggestions..
Hugz,
Sunflower.
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