So here's a poem Matt wrote! Remember, if you want to send something in, email it to me at ebgirlscout1@verizon.net
“A Wind’s Whisper”
A solitary note,
Slips past the window
And whispers in my ear.
I fly back to my time of youth
And see the crowds.
How they all face one man.
He stands there with guitar in hand,
And sways with comic grace.
The long fingered hand strikes a note.
The sound weaves through the crowd
And resembles wails and screams of sorrow.
The cries of a queen weeping.
The wails change character,
Turning to hope,
For a day somewhere over the rainbow.
Now it reaches a crescendo,
Demonstrating the power of soul
And making me as bold as love.
The note morphs into a heart-wrenching screech,
And rends a hole in the velvet tones.
The man shimmers and breaks like glass.
I slip away into the sea like castles made of sand,
The memory retreating in a purple haze.
Present destroying past in unyielding fury.
I open my eyes,
Wet with tears
At the pain of remembrance.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

1 comment:
i like the title, thanks rose. credit to me, Matt!!!
Post a Comment