voices
some smooth as velvet,
others like rustling leaves-
speaking to me,
singing to me,
preaching to me,
soothing the child in me...
melodies
hovering in the breeze,
like soft, jasmine scent-
breaking me,
holding me,
healing me,
enveloping me with each crescendo...
beats
in rhythm with the rain,
the syncopation in my soul-
rocking me,
thrilling me,
moving me,
taking me to that place...
Apt title, very nostalgic, and i love every syncopated beats...now who's the hopeless romantic? - :)
ReplyDeleteI know! Look at you!!! :) Thank you very much.
ReplyDeleteFabulous, a lovely beat to true emotions, I love it ;)
ReplyDeleteMmm...I know that place too. Like the way this starts softly then builds to a crescendo in emotions.
ReplyDeletevery well done! the rhythm is perfect.
ReplyDeleteLorraine, thank you so much. I am a very emotional person...I guess that's obvious, huh? :)
ReplyDeleteJanice, thank you as well! That crescendo almost didn't happen. I wrote it in three pieces and had the pieces in a different order at first...then I noticed that, too, so I re-arranged them. I love the messy process of writing...it's so much fun to play! :)
Andy...I thought you might like this one, Music Man. :) Thank you so much!!!
That's a very nice verse with a great connection to these times. Playlists show a lot about their maker. Like mirrors do.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
There is a lovely rhythm to this evocative poem Kristin...
ReplyDeleteVery very beautiful!!
ReplyDeletesweetly and perfectly written
ReplyDeleteKristin
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and yes, I do get that similar feel as my post, Tree Symphony.
Thank you for telling me about this post.
I loved it!
Margie:)