"symphonized" poems
silence
except the soft piano riffs of classic 60's covers
and the summer wind slipping past the parted windows
as we drive through a different world
where the daily countryside encapsulates
and the sentinel stars coagulate
into a calming blanket of condensation
where serotonin and melatonin miscibles reign supreme
silence
except for the soft squeeze of my hand in hers
the symphonized beat of two hearts stitched as one
and the subtle sigh of mother nature's languid lullaby
beneath the masked face of the full moon
we drive through a different world
and wonder how something so special
can be a secret
kept between
only us
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
The moon and stars they wept.
The grey blanket of clouds covered the light source.
The morning sun was dead.
In a bunked lowly chair I sat as I stare the first drop of sky's tears fall in the windowpane.
It's like watching a full played orchestra.
The loud crackles of every droplet hitting my roof sounded like violins.
The wind steered the tempo of each cello sounding raindrops.
Marvelous harmonies of saxophones, bassoons, oboes, clarinets and flutes symphonized the silence.
Sky, the orchestra conductor is crying.
So am I.
Then I remembered, that I'll play a function too.
I'm the orchestra's vocal soloist.
Oh, here's my part . . . I screamed.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
today, we can be tone deaf
and cringe at the notes our love once symphonized
today, we can be left handed
and **** up the paper our story was on
today, we can be mute
and let the silence speak for itself
today, we can be blind
and never see it coming
but tomorrow,
we can orchestrate
we can draw
we can speak
and we can see
everything we ever wanted to happen
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
In the background of mind,
music gently plays
with positive thoughts.
They tickle consciousness
revving up feet to dance
with grace.
Wind chimes in with a grand tempo.
Birds join composing in harmonic splendor.
Even breath, releases a grand chantey
as inhalation merges with exhales.
When heart blends in,
teaming up with its sumptuous beats,
amalgamation takes place.
and a sacred tune is orchestrated.
Symphonized to give life,
it's divine exquisite song.
StarBG © 2017
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC