In a darkened room
The somber sounds
Of a dorian scale
Majorly fills the space
And he, in his solitude,
Holds the golden power
That in between these bluish hues
Rumbles violently in my ears
My heart
Thumps to the beat
Of his brassy rush
That so flatly Squeaks
His secrets into my soul
And the Marlboro musk
That I so guilty love
Has me falling deeper
Into this musical hypnosis
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Author:
Maria Delaura (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2025 22:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Hello, I am new. This is actually an ekphrastic poem I forgot to submit. Oh well… I hope it isn’t too bad.
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Enjoyed the read very much
The words of the poem echo like the sound of the horns in a hypnotic resonance taking the reader to the end of the piece. Lovely
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