Kevin East

Rookie - 7 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

Opus 13 - Poem by Kevin East

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

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
A lonely cello.

Comments about Opus 13 by Kevin East

  • (2/2/2013 5:35:00 PM)

    . Beautiful every word was cascading with richness and texture, the imagery was just stellar (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/1/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    stardust lullabies. i like it. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 4, 2013

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