The Music That A Poem Creates
Music is equivalent to a poem
I pick out every chord
I try to find every instrument used
What is being strummed in my ear
only can be heard as a story;
a story that has been played over and over again
Music gracefully glades through the grey room
the grey room that no longer exists
The root of the rust crack as the sun awakens
The dust settles at dawn
Alexandra,
ReplyDeleteEven though this poem has a deceptive simplicity, it's quite lovely. You have great details and the alliteration in gracefully glades evokes how music stirs the spirit. Keep using more sensory detail in your writing and to bring the reader into a scene and you'll do well!