The walls are ringing with
Those notes.. down the hall
The thin hall of cardboard
Can't echo, but carries the
Careless and cascading
Rhythmically pealing chords
To my ears through my head
They will follow me I'm sure
Until dusk and distant dawn
The black little claws, the
White waves beg to be torn
For its soul to soar across
The expanse of my imagination
Whatever I will it to scream
It ties me tighter only
Closing the gap between here
And the next few thoughts
That Box of Sound cries out
For my fingers to grace it
Relieve it, replenish its
Power..it longs for deep
Expression.. as do I..
So why am I still here
Still down the hall just
Listening..when I could
Be playing the piano?
A contest entry
- GET DARK, GET INSPIRED By: Titles/Picture Prompt by notorious.
525 points, ended March 20, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Night Terrors by deadheartedkitty.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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bump in the night?
so you seem to think that what scares him is the noises,but then why does he not react to my voice when i try to comfort him? its a nice write and i wish you good luck...
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a good dark poem, full of imagery and sorrow - go and play the notes that haunt the heart and be free with the songs
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I say
that it is a morbidly delightful overtone to a subtle yet overdriven thought. -
"That Box of Sound cries out
For my fingers to grace it
Relieve it, replenish its
Power..it longs for deep
Expression.. as do I.."
Grasping lines, and my favorite ones.
I love that you have combined Options One & Two together--you chose a title prompt (Option Two), but you made it about the piano (Option One). A well-penned write. Good luck in the contest!
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not nearly as dark..
..as the average poem labeled "dark"..but it was fun and meaningful just the same^_^
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