My slice is the observations I witnessed and felt at a concert last night. It was an experience that I will remember. I will enjoy the images that are burned in my eyes over and over again.
Before
Polka dotted
pinked and laced
tattered cuffs
feathered heads and
flowering hair
tambourine ready
smiles planted
love abounding
During
his eyes were piercing
his stand was strong
his hands releasing
his voice
his song
After
A flood
a thrill
a crying chill
I run
I ran
to hear again
his voice in alleys
crammed and tight
a baritone
a trumpet song
my ears delight
It feels like you captured not only the images, but a bit of the rhythm of the music. I like this poetry voice you are sharing over here at this new blog!
ReplyDeleteSounds like it was quite a concert! I'm glad you had a good time!
ReplyDeleteYour poem set the scene so well-you captured all parts of the event with the words that describe the scene-you have a gift for using the words in poems just so! I envy your talent...and I love the look of the new blog-playful and fun-artsy!
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