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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Oh, man. I LOVE the idea of spilling musical notes. Especially, for some reason, angry ones. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHow music can touch and hit us with memories, specially painful ones ~ This hits a high note Patti ~
ReplyDeleteExcellent. Music spilling over, angry music like ice shards. What an incredible description of an argument.
ReplyDeleteA sharp piece of music -- ah but to hear the whole piece.
ReplyDeleteOh that music, like those memories that might flood us like the perfect notes of pain.
ReplyDeletemusic is a great metaphor for memories. Beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteAnything musical calls to my heart! This truly sings to me. Thank you, Patti.
ReplyDeleteI love your silence, swollen with memories. I know that silence! Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMusic is something I revel in and shun, depending on my mood. It is so evocative, and you capture that so well.
ReplyDeleteThe notes as ice shards piercing your heart is especially notable for me. So true how music can have that affect on our emotions.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful piece. Do I hear metal coming from those words? \m/ :)
ReplyDeleteI feel cut myself! Powerful writing.
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