Pale, delicate fingers stroke the ivory bars,
Cheeks dampened with salted rain...
Swollen lips and flushed skin reflect off pictures framed,
As jagged shards taint gashless flesh with pain...
A photograph of the Angel
Lies staring up at her from the hardwood floor...
His laugh still ringing in the air,
Still as loud as ten years before...
His music filling empty space,
The space created since he passed...
His voice singing the words in her head,
As her fingertips play his songs recast...
A best friend for a child,
Lost in a symphony turned broken string...
The beautiful snow that covered the world
Let him never strum through another Spring...
As the melodic shatters of his fallen frame
Cut into her every second of every day,
She continues to sit at her cluttered keys,
And do what he would have... Play.
Cheeks dampened with salted rain...
Swollen lips and flushed skin reflect off pictures framed,
As jagged shards taint gashless flesh with pain...
A photograph of the Angel
Lies staring up at her from the hardwood floor...
His laugh still ringing in the air,
Still as loud as ten years before...
His music filling empty space,
The space created since he passed...
His voice singing the words in her head,
As her fingertips play his songs recast...
A best friend for a child,
Lost in a symphony turned broken string...
The beautiful snow that covered the world
Let him never strum through another Spring...
As the melodic shatters of his fallen frame
Cut into her every second of every day,
She continues to sit at her cluttered keys,
And do what he would have... Play.
Author notes
Somethinglovely- author.
I chose the photo prompt, because the picture is absolutely amazing.
The inspiration behind this poem is my cousin Louie. He passed away 10 years ago this January. He was my best friend in the whole world, and I can't imagine how different my life would be if he were here to play his music with me.
A contest entry
- PIF Weekend Quickie by ChunkyC.
800 points, ended November 24, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This is very well written! I'm sorry about your cousin Louie. But I'm glad that his passing could bring out such a beautiful poem.
Pale, delicate fingers stroke the ivory bars,
Cheeks dampened with salted rain...
Swollen lips and flushed skin reflect off pictures framed,
As jagged shards taint gashless flesh with pain...
I love this stanza! The wording is wonderous, and I really love how you called tears "salted rain". How amazing.
I'm impressed with your rhyming too. I'm not normally a fan of rhyme, but I didn't even notice it until I looked back through the poem. Great job! Good luck in the contest.
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beauty
great write. i knew it was about louie as i was reading. this whole thing was awsome. i mean is. talk to you in a month queenie.


