Opus 13 Poem by Kevin East

Opus 13

Rating: 5.0


Notes that weep
From a violin
Keep
Cascading
And raiding
My heart.
A midnight piano
Reminds me so soon
Of romance,
Masquerading
Behind the mask of a tune.
Opus 13
Written by the moon.

Haunting
That flute
In the night.
Purer than unseen snow.
Reminds me,
How beautifully
Love can flow.
Now just a piccolo,
Where promises breezed,
To whisper goodbyes.
Through shades of green.
And lemon juice squeezed
From the sun's sad eyes
Spawned Opus 13.
So yellow
Stardust lullabies
From
A lonely cello.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 02 February 2013

. Beautiful every word was cascading with richness and texture, the imagery was just stellar

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Gajanan Mishra 01 February 2013

stardust lullabies. i like it. thanks.

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