Broken Strings

Broken Strings

A Poem by James

Listening to the rain prance on a darkened skylight

keeping time with a banjo that's out of tune.


I can hear a piano striking keys in another room

carrying music through the walls as I break a string.


The rat-ta-tap-tat of the rain beating above my head

drowns out the melody of the night.

I am afraid that I have no more poetry to write.


The words that float across my eyes

appear in blurred lines, dripping syllables

in a foreign language that I can’t read.


But the music moves through me.  

I can feel it roll over me, each measure

is a rhythmic wave that ebbs and flows.


And words form in lightning flashes.

I hear them spoken in the thunder

but they are lost before my pen can reach its paper.


So I listen to the piano

and see the notes form on the window pane

and watch them disappear

as the Conductor turns his page.

© 2017 James


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

I absolutely love this...the imagery is quite strong, and it tickles my writer's aesthetics somehow. Y'know that feeling when you read something that puts a picture so strongly and beautifully into your mind that you know you won't forget it? That's the feeling I have. Nice work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

7 Years Ago

Thank you, that's a wonderful compliment. I'm glad it left an impression



Reviews

Aloha James, I loved the imagery, which is so strong potent with color, sound and mood! Also love how you featured the banjo there's something so comforting about the banjo. Music sometimes has that ability to empty the mind for a while and stills us enough to just listen. Izzy

Posted 7 Years Ago


these words of yours are really simple and nice

Posted 7 Years Ago


[send message][befriend] Subscribe
V
A lovable piece. The imagery strongly drew me in. Vivid and pleasant like dancing words. Again I can relate to your thoughts, mood, experiences. I get washed away by music sometimes and no words will flow out my fingertips, I'm only left to listen.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

7 Years Ago

I love music, but can't make it. I keep trying though. Thanks for reading
V

7 Years Ago

Same goes me.. You're welcome.
deadly write up.
loved every bit of bit.
keep up

Posted 7 Years Ago


Interesting to think about. Your opening lines reminded me so much of my days in music class in high school. I like this one.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I really like this a lot. :)
I can almost here the sounds and the rain can compliment music so beautifully.


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Papaya

7 Years Ago

Keep at it. There's always the spoons?
Or my personal favourite: the triangle. :)
Ti.. read more
James

7 Years Ago

maybe a maosn jar of beans is more my speed, or a washboard
Papaya

7 Years Ago

Lol. :)
Yeah, I can totally see it.
I absolutely love this...the imagery is quite strong, and it tickles my writer's aesthetics somehow. Y'know that feeling when you read something that puts a picture so strongly and beautifully into your mind that you know you won't forget it? That's the feeling I have. Nice work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

7 Years Ago

Thank you, that's a wonderful compliment. I'm glad it left an impression
The beauty of music and melody. It can convey meaning without the need for words. Enjoyed your writing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

7 Years Ago

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed this

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

435 Views
8 Reviews
Rating
Added on April 1, 2017
Last Updated on April 1, 2017

Author

James
James

The Beach, NC



About
Thanks Guys more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Turncoat Turncoat

A Poem by Chris Shaw