I want to feel your kind of music.
Listen to it play, crawling up my spine
It's not all beautiful, not all can be as lucky as I.
Your tormented soul finds peace in me.
Peace that I offer to you, to them.
To all.
Take it, but it will be a journey,
wear your dancing shoes, love.
My rhythm will fix you.
Inside and out. You will develop into
something beautiful.
Just let me guide you.
A contest entry
- Word Prompt Quickie by Polaja.
1200 points, ended November 26, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How did you feel about it? Did you like it?
Comments
-
This is an interesting poem - and it had some good imagery in it
however it is way over the 30 word limit that I set for this contest - so it is ineligible for judging.
Pol
Adding your comment:
