Margaret Alice

Rookie - 3 Points (The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

'2010/01/29 Incandescent - Poem by Margaret Alice

The violins joining the trumpet in Il Silenzio
draw long, incandescent lines of shimmering
notes like bubbly white lace around the wrists
and necks of old-fashioned Victorians, I taste
sweet delight in my mouth while my soul vibrates
in alignment with this unearthly music switching
on magic lanterns in the wasteland of my mind…

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  • Indira Renganathan (2/2/2010 3:46:00 AM)

    Even I get confused about that'waste land'....but I can thoroughly enjoy the lilt of music there...indeed enjoyable...thank you (Report) Reply

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  • (1/29/2010 4:13:00 PM)

    A mind that can absorb and appreciate and accomodate the melodious nuances you speak of, becomes melodious and beautiful as well, in it's ability to appreciate. references to a wasteland, may be an ode, or deference to the incoming beauty, but even in a wasteland, the power is in the land. (But I know not of what I speak) Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed your enjoyment! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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