Music prose poem

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Music is a friend.
Crazy and wild at times.
I know I am alive
when my feet tap
and almost sing out loud.
can you imagine feet
They surely would do
a better job than my
which would howl!
mournfully and sad.
No tapping,
just slow marching
towards the cliff edge.
Crazy as it seems, I welcome
the long dive into the abyss.
singing all the way.
I will not be missed.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Emily Liang

@yahoo_user_1 After pursuing the Performing Arts for 8 years and counting, I love how you define Music with just the right hint of kick to it. Kudos to you on a simple, sweet poem!

Rob J Mann

Ah Johanna, when my feet sing they can clear a room and your sinuses! Joking aside, I think this piece should be longer as there is so much left unsaid. Please consider adding more.

Akhtar Jawad

It’s a beautiful and lovely poem, I have also written a poem on music but but your poem is a master piece

Music, the Dance of Waves

On the shore of soul she rises as a tide,
The dried sand that is hot and burning,
Lo it’s wet and now it’s turning,
In the dreamy eyes of a smiling bride,

She is now a rainbow of seven melodies,
Her colors have conquered the hard stones,
Her waves have melted the static bones,
My heart has gone in a coma of goodies,

I am now dancing but not all alone,
The entire universe is dancing with me,
Someone hidden in me is glancing with me,
The dance of waves its note and tone,

I came in my senses and I saw the shell,
I took the pearl and made a necklace,
A garland for one, who can embrace,
A hateful world that is burning in hell,

The gift of the maid of music is love,
It has pearls of friendship nicely stringed,
It has waves in its soul, dancing and winged,
Lo it’s flying with my heart, my lovely dove!

Darren Scanlon

Beautiful, Akhtar!

Swathi Rao

Johanna, and Akhtar, Loved both poems!

Darren Scanlon

Johanna, I love this. Its almost conversational and almost childlike in its structure and feel…so easy to read.


ammu sachariah

I am waiting to see you back in full swing.Thank you rid.



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