Tonight, as I lay back on the moon and think,
The strings will twang and the stars will blink.
The rhythms will change with a ghastly glow,
And in the night forms a celo.
Made from the the deep wood of bass,
The strings, they wind and interlace.
The viabratto carries a soulful tune,
And it sets the scene upon my moon.
Next upon the oceans bliss,
The singers voice will rise amiss.
For rejected from the sounds below,
It brings to life the sun aglow.
Her tone is soft like soothing sleep,
And through the heavens it will creep.
This mystic resonsance of vocal call,
Will indeed surpass them all.
Now to the melodic drums of night,
Their constant sounds do excite.
From the Sandman's halls of time,
Into your dreams the drums will chime.
We are gathered here today,
Just the same as yesterday.
Each of us takes our turn,
We solo while your feelings burn.
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Very nice
I love this! I could almost hear the cello!
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Beyond words
I will never think of night the same, nor of the sun, nor of the beating sounds of night. I was telling my band teacher the other day that life is music. Music can be found in everything. She debated that but here lies perfect truth. It has beautiful vocabulary and flows together richly. I love how you end it.
Each of us takes our turn,
We solo while your feelings burn.
It leaves the reader searching and thinking, contemplating. It leaves them wanting to read it over and over (which I did). It has so much power and personalizes the whole peice, allowing the reader to relate. It is only when I am beyond happiness or am I am morose to the point that I contmeplate my life and excistence that I feel i cna hear the song of the wind, and of the soul, the music that solos while our feelings burn. Amazing write! This is definatley my favoritw write I have ever read!It makes me want to play cello (which I always have, it was my second choice). An amazing write! Beautiful. . . .
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Come One, Come All Contest Judging
1. Poetic Device - 8/20
2. Theme and Emotional Connection - 7/10
3. Creativity - 9/20
4. Vocabulary - 11/15
5. Title Relation - 10/10
6. Bonus Points for "It" Factor - 12/25
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Wow.... <-----speechless. This is amazing!!!! Only thing I found was celo should be Cello. Beautiful job hunni.
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love it truly amazing. really deep and emotional. its full of passion.
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