With a flick of a key that is painted
For the sound that is light but not fainted
It is black and then white moving slowly
With each glide of a note chiming sadly
And a tear that may drop on the ivory
Like the rain on the sill falling quickly
It is drenched on the tips like a puddle
As the storm in the room forms a huddle
And the blur on the pad darkens faintly
As the black of a lash drizzles gently
And the sound of the strings beating pensive
While the wind on the pain grows intensive
Author notes
Option #2 http://th06.deviantart.com/fs39/300W/f/2008/334/8/8/Struggling_through_the_rain_by_Dubai_Desert.jpg
A contest entry
- Picture Prompts - Reserve - no more than 20 lines by Cannonsfire.
3999 points, ended December 4, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I don't know your work but this has definitely made me want to go and read more of you so thank you for that.
C
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Thank you so much, your words are inspiring and flattering! Thank you for the bronze, I am honored.
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You are very welcome, this is a piece that just rolls from the tongue when read out loud and all poetry should do that C
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*please do not rate or reply thankyou*
As a non fan of rhyme I have to say that I did enjoy this, I liked its lyrical quality as I read it out loud and I do love the way it ends so sadly yet like soft rain on the page. A beautiful penning. C
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What awesome imagery!
A nice take on the prompt
that flows beautifully. G'luck in the contest
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Thank you for reading!
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