It's not lyrics…but
whispers
That lie ‘neath the melody
Ghostly murmurs that
haunt
the refrain
Sursurrant sounds
That surge
And then melt
Whispers not heard but
more chillingly
…'Felt'…
As tingles and ripples
Of black fingernail
Making
Minor chords that caress,
And then go
Raking….
Up spine and then
Spider
cross brain
A musical medly
Of whispers
And melody
Song fashioned by phantoms
From mist
…Icicles and rain…
Nice poem i used it for my school poem recital my teacher loved it i think Lets say i might be ten
(continued) ...su·sur·rate ˈso͞osəˌrāt/ verb literary (of leaves, wind, etc.) make a whispering or rustling sound. and ....medly? ? ? perhaps medley? ? ? then again, ? i think i always have trouble spelling icicles! ! ! but now i've just found a solution. i'll think of circles, minus the r, but with i in front. bri :)
some favorite lines: Raking…. Up spine and then Spider cross brain ..................and a very fine alliteration(s) here: Sursurrant sounds That surge...but i found sursurrate, when i Googled for the meaning of sursurrant: (to be continued) ....
Hearing the whispers beneath the melody, a true musician can hear them! Loved the rhythm and symmetry of this poem. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
Nice poem i used it for my school poem recital my teacher loved it i think Lets say i might be ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, lovely to read. Very imaginative write.