6/13/2016

Crescendo


           The cold silence quivers, swollen with memories,
           Until, with a flash of cymbals and the thunder of drums,
           It shatters, spilling angry notes from the past to
           Rain over me. They cut like ice shards as they hit
           And flood my heart with pain.

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Written for dVerse Poets Pub where the word of inspiration for a quadrille (a poem of 44 words) is spill.


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13 comments:

  1. Oh, man. I LOVE the idea of spilling musical notes. Especially, for some reason, angry ones. Wonderful.

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  2. How music can touch and hit us with memories, specially painful ones ~ This hits a high note Patti ~

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  3. Excellent. Music spilling over, angry music like ice shards. What an incredible description of an argument.

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  4. A sharp piece of music -- ah but to hear the whole piece.

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  5. Oh that music, like those memories that might flood us like the perfect notes of pain.

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  6. music is a great metaphor for memories. Beautifully done!

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  7. Anything musical calls to my heart! This truly sings to me. Thank you, Patti.

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  8. I love your silence, swollen with memories. I know that silence! Thank you for sharing.

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  9. I have a huge passion for poetry that's based on music and it does spill its way into our soul. In the background as I comment Perlman is playing Brahms and spilling beauty here.

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  10. Music is something I revel in and shun, depending on my mood. It is so evocative, and you capture that so well.

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  11. Gayle Walters RoseJune 15, 2016 at 1:39 PM

    The notes as ice shards piercing your heart is especially notable for me. So true how music can have that affect on our emotions.

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  12. A very beautiful piece. Do I hear metal coming from those words? \m/ :)

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