Wood Against my chest Strings Line my fingertips A bow Gripped Tightly I run it Smoothly Across Crisp Silver Strings As new, Fresh Notes Spill through nicely Arranged, a colorful tied Bouquet of emotion spills out Flooding the room, echoing through The entire house; my hands dancing across The neck of a blessed creature, singing Never has a human been able To create such beauty Without a thing such As this beautiful beast Music and sounds ebb from it's Core, rumbling the earth's surface with Nothing but it's music; nothing but it's song To flow and twirl through human ears Craving, oh how craving but to Play the perfect melody; Satisfied with Itself
ahhh, Cellos. (of course, I prefer the violin, but that's just because I play it :P). Anyhoo, This poem is sheer, genious! It is beautifully made, and has the nicest rythem to it. Very good work :)
I love the cello. Another beautiful peom to see and engage with the beauty of its words too. Well done Black Rose. It's a very lovely poem to experience.
Oh my gosh! This was awesome! I loved it! :D
Usually I find that when people try and write poems like this, the shape that they attempt to create takes away from the poem, however, in this case, you executed it perfectly, which definitely enhanced the concept of your piece. Great write!
~PaperHearts
I love to hear and watch a person who can play a violin. The music is special and create a strange peace. Poem is beautiful. The description create a beautiful vision. A outstanding poem.
Coyote
wow, its rare to read shape poem, you are an artists with words and
capture the rhythm of the emotion with captivating form,
excellent job in depth and sincerity, keep it up!