the cellist remains nameless
like an invisible ghost
haunting us all
with his musical notes
his rhythm is majestic
like a lake in the winter
waiting for the ice to thaw
for his voice to crack
for his music to be heard
over all the fighting
for his voice to be heard
in his lonely world
Author notes
no lucas this is not about you just because your the only cellist i know
A contest entry
- A contest for The Musician (PW Included) by Samantha Marie.
1000 points, ended May 15, 21 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PREWRITE!!!!! by darkscorpia.
640 points, ended May 19, 131 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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luv, luv, LUV! no wonder u got second in that contest!
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intriguing. i can't determine if The Cellist is angry or sad.
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i enjoyed it.
it was very interesting to read.
keep up the good works.
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Nice metaphor in the second verse - ice, thaw, crack, and a good take on the prompt. Enjoyed your write.
Congrats on your silver trophy.
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This was beautiful, and the authors notes made me smile
I love the last paragraph, how you made the instrument's tone his voice, what a great form of imagery!! great job you're a finalist!
PS. My sister is a cellist
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I could have sworn I had commented on this....whatever. I like it it reminds me of the crisp winter air and like a whisle in gym class
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Soooooo goood
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this reminds me of the new movie coming out... urgh what is it called... but anyway, i liked this. it also reminds me of those creepy guys in Apocalyptica XD
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the soloist
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oookay. comment on my poetry pleaz?
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um...lucas's world isn't lonely... is it?
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not about lucas
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This is a little spooky, but good.
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k-doke i were gunna say...>:|
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