He played me a melody,
atop the Baby Grand
Beautifully orchestrated
for my heartstrings.
With hands graceful and slender,
he strokes the keys,
playing me like a finely tuned piano.
Slowly exploring each cord,
to see what sounds will emerge.
The screams echo
as he hammers down,
and the deep moans follow
when he strikes a lower note.
Powerful emotions are revealed,
reverberating from every surface
as our talents are combined...
Beautiful music in the making
In that very moment
A new song was created ...
A first time release,
became ...
A chart topping hit.
A contest entry
- Let's Do A Word by Dalaney.
1800 points, ended July 4, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Win $50, and be published in the next Allpoetry Book! Relationships theme by Kevin.
400 points, ended March 5, 115 entries
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Comments
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Damn I can hear every note!!!!!!!
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I like the play of this the musical metaphors... your heartstrings, the key stroking, exploring each chord, the growing sounds, their emotions vibrating... sounds like music waiting to be heard here.
Marlene -
Jennifer...this is lovely! Thank you so much for entering. A very sensual take on the prompt. Love, Lane
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Wow! You've been holding back the good stuff, haven't you? And by the way, I play guitar, not piano..
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I remember you mentioning that a few times,lol. Life occasionally kicks me in the ass and wakes me up. I do wish it would happen more frequently. Fantasizing about someone I met yesterday. Not sure that it will ever be reality, but a girl needs dreams,lol.
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