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Free verse № 144072

Chord before the crescendo

by Caducus

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Jun 2006 · Edited 14 Dec 2006 · 4 comments

Echoes of death briskly marched her percussion anthem slowed and I stroked my broken instrument Like Chopin’s viola. Echoes of her life stopped I shook like Harp strings, Kissed her pursed silent flute Where breath crafts music no more. Echoes of a church choir sang My boxed instrument burned. A stranger in a dress spoke of you Then I described you without words, Through woodwind and echoes And you returned one last time In the chord before the crescendo.

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4 comments

[10] ALChemy 24-Jun-06/11:40 AM Reply
Alway's the fine craftsman Cad.
[9] Dovina 14-Dec-06/1:28 PM Reply
The first two verses are great. I lost you in “My boxed instrument burned,” (think you could omit it) but the rest of Verse 3 is good, and the last line is great.
[10] LilMsLadyPoet 11-Jan-07/8:35 PM Reply
Oh man! Excellent! Sheesh....applause, definitely. Take a bow...this is fantastic... way to go Caducus!
This is hitting my favorite folder.
[10] LilMsLadyPoet › LilMsLadyPoet 11-Jan-07/8:42 PM Reply
LOL...Alchemy...Same vote...we agree again! And you should know my rule by now...I never look before I vote or post, only after.
Dovina..."the boxed instrument burned." Why do you insist on literal and concrete, when this is piece is neither?
Caducus, don't you DARE change this...the rest of us know what it means! (And, it is absolutely fantastic!