Bronzed, replenished by blues
pulsating barbarian beats
notes ripped through
the skies; I pondered
rolling with the flow in
musical defiance.
Unbeknown to harmony
I was slapped into reality
my wings clipped.
Trapped by the trumpet, sax
precious supreme notes
pulled me down
to the elements of earth.
Isolating the storm within
my sepia soul.
Wicked creative sounds
I love; unless the blues cries
sad notes of joy.
I feel like an angel
until the pendulum chimes!
Author notes
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A contest entry
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450 points, ended September 2, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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Great job. You have expressed the passion of the music as it flows through your body. I sense everyone must stand aside and watch when the music seizes hold of you.
Mike
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Yes
Very tuneful, and no bum notes either. Well done Maestro...
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