A Little Sharp Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Little Sharp
Piercing sounds of a flute tearing into the bass
sounds of guitar and drums.
Eliciting whistles in between a voice, a shade
on the sharp side of pleasant.
Correlating stanzas as best they can, keyboard,
guitar and drums portray the most resemblance to
true integrity of sound tonight.
Piercing flute echoing a reunion with screeching
children.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
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Having perfect pitch can sometimes be a curse.
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