First there was a lullaby
that rocked mind to oblivion,
then came the serenade of spring,
staccato notes of painful growth
but soothed by wisdom's rain.
When summer sang her rhapsody
bud bloomed into a flower,
and in those perfumed petalled hands
she held the music's power.
Autumn taught the notes to flow
in spiralling crescendo,
and as her bow of memory
drew thoughts from strings
she left untied,
she wrote a requiem my friend
to notes she knew she could not change
in the concerto of her life.
In a list
A contest entry
- Concert (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended March 2, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is lovely. Thank you for entering.
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What beautiful thoughts written in brilliant poetic form.Magical melody of rhythm and rhyme.Splendidly done indeed, best to you in all you do.
Tony
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This is lovely Lady Di, with just a hint of internal rhyme and delicate notes that caressed my soul.
mj.
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