a brush of fingers over keys;
the piano voices a gentle complaint,
a few darkly murmuring notes
that echo in the dark,
resounding as they sneak stealthily
over smooth dark wood
and slide on coolly quiet feet
over the thick carpet,
lurking behind the idea of shadows that
reside only in the mind. Those notes
clamber sneakily up the stairs,
whispering like skirts rustling,
twining dissonantly, tumbling finally
into harmonious voice
as they lazily slip
into the ear
of a silently sleeping dreamer.
A contest entry
- Easy as Pie by Cyanide Dreams.
3250 points, ended April 17, 132 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be honest, but don't be rude! What do you think?
Comments
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This is some concrete abstractness!
Like hard rock poetry!!!
Such vivid imagery too.
You write with a magic and powerful pen.
I'm so glad I got to read you tonight!
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Thanks for reading! I'm actually really proud of this piece. Unlike a lot of what I write, I feel like this is what I meant it to be. You know what I mean?
This is my favorite thing to do, you know, jumping back and forth and getting feedback from people. It's really cool to actually know what people think. -
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I would be proud of this as well. Bravo to you!
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Nicely done! The imagery and the context of the poem is just great. I love short poetry that get me off my fit and make me want to applaud. This poem keeps me thinking, and it is a very good write. Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest.
Josh
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