RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 20,002 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Sour Notes - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sour notes, flat as can be, hurting our ears like a cat on the prowl.
Voice losing it's depth, like cornering a cow as if it's dying right in front of us.
Death by singing, scaring us all right out of the mood we were in.


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I go with friends to several different places that all have music. Once in a while there are people who love to sing, but can't - we suffer through it and clap anyway, because they had the courage to get up and sing.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 29, 2013


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