dim light,
a table and cutlery for two,
sweet, dark red wine,
reflecting drops
on the glass’ rim
make me feel light headed...
...and I just wonder at the beauty I see
as I watch curtains play
behind your back
to the rhythm of a springtime breeze
inhaling the fading Dvorak sounds
from the house next door
when your fingers play the bow
upon the roundness of my shoulder,
the voice of love
on this Friday night.
Author notes
cello
Dvorak: Humoresque, No.7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xaIH7lTiK4
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ohh, this is beautiful! I love the brilliant imagery and the feel of the music along with the soothing words you spill for oh so romantic night. Great work. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece in my contest


Evershine

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Wow... I'm blown away. A lot of power in your words. I love your interpretation of the prompt. Indeed, I sensed the essence of the cello through your poem and you never once used the word.
Beautiful poem!!!
I am slightly intrigued by the choice of the title... Rather abstract and captured my curiosity.
Good luck


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Oh I agree with Guy... this one is just lovely! A collage of visuals and emotions that play out as the music of fingers and hands. Your words and visuals allows the reader to be there, to see, to feel, to touch, to taste the voice of love here. Lovely, lovely poetry, Sonja.
Thank you for this entry!
~ Nicolette


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i love these romantic scenarios of yours. they are round and mellow, sensual, and just plain lovely to read
thanks for creating this for us


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clear music and easely readable like the music you described.
Good luck

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wow, this one just sings
when I saw the word curtain, I thought I would read about the opera.
well done
Tamara


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when just reflections of wine make you feel light headed, when fingers feel like a cello's bow, is when you are deeply in love. genuine, original, beautiful love poetry my friend sonja


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Nicely done
I love "2002 Bor Forras Hajoo - Baja". A wonderful rich red wine from Hungary. Hard to find now here.
Jim

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"inhaling the fading Dvorak sounds
from the house next door
when your fingers play the bow
upon the roundness of my shoulder,
the voice of love
on this Friday night."
What a beautiful Friday night this is..so lovely....I like what you did with the prompt - this is the music of life!!


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Outstanding
Your imagery made me think of a violin. I thought the imagery in this poem was excellent. I especially liked the lines:
to the rhythm of a springtime breeze
inhaling the fading Dvorak sounds
I iked the subtle flow of this poem and the way you create texture by using different ideas. Best of luck in the contest.

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