Thomas Matthews


The Orchestra - Poem by Thomas Matthews

IT’S almost certain;
Every time I travel into the city to hear the orchestra play,
I end up entangled with the maestro,
No, not the person,
For I never have met the fellow,
But his hands and the way that they move,
The way they players strike their bows across the strings,
All according to a simple snap of his wrist,
Or the lifting of his forearm,
And if I was in an orchestra,
Which I am in a way,
(those are matters for another time)
I would be right under his nose,
Playing first chair cello.

©2011 Thomas Matthews


Comments about The Orchestra by Thomas Matthews

  • (5/2/2011 11:42:00 PM)


    Nice poem with plenty of depth. Beautifully conceived. Good vivid imagery.
    Great stuff.
    A perfect...10
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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