Would there were a willowing woodwind blowing happy
thoughts, wooing grimace to grin, coaxing, wheedling the
distraught. Winding its way down the street, marching,
strutting to a lively beat, with heads chiming out of windows
forgetting the blues within, modulating to the tunes
carried on the wind. Just listen and stress begins
to flee; thoughts glisten bowing to this stick man band of
glee. Musical notes topple woes like dominoes, tickling
the ivories of your fancy and tuning your virtuoso. Melodies
putting the mind at ease, symphonies of bodily harmony.
Oh, could there Be, to find the key to pitch and scale far
from my Elegy to trade minor for major, shift to a smiling,
singing choirboy following my maestro woodwind of joy.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2016 12:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Challenge from another poet: how to write happy when you are sad.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Beautiful write, lovely imagery
You are so versatile and I am so jealous! A real renaissance man in our presence! Great job. I have to go and turn on the radio while I work. Thanks for the very positive piece, Augustus! You sure did cheer me up!!!
You are the one who gave me the idea. I've been in the dumpster for a while now. Thanks.
Thanks right back at you for that. I want all of us to pull you out of there and keep you out. That is no place for someone like you kiddo!
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Such beautiful poetry and imagery, makes me want to turn the music on! Thank you for sharing this lovely piece!
Thanks so much.
Awesome write
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
Well challenge accepted and met! Two thumbs up!
Thanks Vic
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