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***Penned on watermarked cotton paper Cursive letters script the words of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme. The ardent sonata was written by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.*** The blood red ink bled through the white wrinkled cotton pages; musical notes dried by the warmth of glowing Moon Beams radiance in the subtle pollination breeze... The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out! Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;        a feral essence echoed        through the eerie silence        of the distant horizon, bringing helpless lovers to their knees. The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon        stained midnight  lullaby,        were emotions quilled,        blending an aura accenting        organic warmth of tones...        The native maple trees' flowering canopies of Spring released a dusty yellow pollen onto the watermarked cotton sheets. In a moment of rapturous intimacy,        an elixir of intoxicating bliss illumined the achingly euphoric moments. A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;        savored ecstasy released        into a passionate song of love … That poignant melody forever lingers,        like hieroglyphics on the walls of some long lost abandoned cave. Engraved, etched, brushed and stroked        onto the brattice canvas        of a musical Minstrel’s             melodic montage ...        Watch the artiste’s fingers        prancing graceful ballet        Worn down catgut strings                                 ***moan                                   weep               purr***        crying out lustfully.      as if it were     enraptured lovers'   breathless sighs   the rhythm’s cadence whispers a masterpiece        in an infinite        harmonious time...        The tempo’s lines                 Phrasing…                  ...hush...!              ♪♫♪ ~ ♫  ♪♪         Listen to the pictures flow... Listen to the weeping guitar strings       of the passionate troubadour stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.        The ebb and flow        of the musical rhythm's throb arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic  allure,     throwing incandescent shadows     that dance around Moonbeams. Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing in the blossoming Forget-me-not fields;             Bluebonnet Lupine                swirl and tango        with the moonlit breeze.        Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts with spring’s churning romantic haze; rekindling this fleeting memories recital. The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song          now yearn to be set free ~       Timbre without reverberation … The twilight serenade was never penned   to be hidden from the Nightingale A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament to be abandoned like a broken dream;    fading unnoticed into forevermore ―       Unsung,  unsaid, unreleased,                      unrequited                 through eternity…               The maestro Coyote        is a wilderness troubadour        illumined under the gloaming                full moon’s spell.                 Howling soulfully...                wailing impulsively ~               ... crying hopefully              pleading mournfully                      lamenting the Minstrel’s breathless cadenza ... A bitter sweet musical embryo of love                  found and lost                        below            the full Blue Moon’s                glistening light… ©  H.  Rivers ... 2012, 2013            all rights reserved
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
The Minstrel of the Blue Moon
***Penned on watermarked cotton paper Cursive letters script the words of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme. The ardent sonata was written by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.*** The blood red ink bled through the white wrinkled cotton pages; musical notes dried by the warmth of glowing Moon Beams radiance in the subtle pollination breeze... The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out! Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;        a feral essence echoed        through the eerie silence        of the distant horizon, bringing helpless lovers to their knees. The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon        stained midnight  lullaby,        were emotions quilled,        blending an aura accenting        organic warmth of tones...        The native maple trees' flowering canopies of Spring released a dusty yellow pollen onto the watermarked cotton sheets. In a moment of rapturous intimacy,        an elixir of intoxicating bliss illumined the achingly euphoric moments. A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;        savored ecstasy released        into a passionate song of love … That poignant melody forever lingers,        like hieroglyphics on the walls of some long lost abandoned cave. Engraved, etched, brushed and stroked        onto the brattice canvas        of a musical Minstrel’s             melodic montage ...        Watch the artiste’s fingers        prancing graceful ballet        Worn down catgut strings                                 ***moan                                   weep               purr***        crying out lustfully.      as if it were     enraptured lovers'   breathless sighs   the rhythm’s cadence whispers a masterpiece        in an infinite        harmonious time...        The tempo’s lines                 Phrasing…                  ...hush...!              ♪♫♪ ~ ♫  ♪♪         Listen to the pictures flow... Listen to the weeping guitar strings       of the passionate troubadour stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.        The ebb and flow        of the musical rhythm's throb arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic  allure,     throwing incandescent shadows     that dance around Moonbeams. Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing in the blossoming Forget-me-not fields;             Bluebonnet Lupine                swirl and tango        with the moonlit breeze.        Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts with spring’s churning romantic haze; rekindling this fleeting memories recital. The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song          now yearn to be set free ~       Timbre without reverberation … The twilight serenade was never penned   to be hidden from the Nightingale A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament to be abandoned like a broken dream;    fading unnoticed into forevermore ―       Unsung,  unsaid, unreleased,                      unrequited                 through eternity…               The maestro Coyote        is a wilderness troubadour        illumined under the gloaming                full moon’s spell.                 Howling soulfully...                wailing impulsively ~               ... crying hopefully              pleading mournfully                      lamenting the Minstrel’s breathless cadenza ... A bitter sweet musical embryo of love                  found and lost                        below            the full Blue Moon’s                glistening light… ©  H.  Rivers ... 2012, 2013            all rights reserved
Notes (optional) "It's a marvelous night for a moon dance" from the written pages of a hopeless romantic Post Script: An attempt to blow the dust off the hidden archives and the aging tomes to bring my unpublished writing portfolio back into the light. A friend from my musical past ask me to publish this once again and LEAVE IT published...how could I say no to one who uplifts the low (?)!
harlon-rivers
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M/Edge of the woods
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
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