fdelano Posted December 31, 2011 Posted December 31, 2011 One of my earliest. Don't think it's been posted here: High Aria Cedars form mountain wreathes, their lilts to the valley, sotto voce Clef bass of matte-black sky gives wing to floating notes strung on moonlight Cascades down mantled slopes blend wind-spun high tenors, echo encore Quote
Benjamin Posted January 3, 2012 Posted January 3, 2012 Don't recall reading this well orchestrated alfresco idea before, I'm a sucker for musical metaphor (though we tend to say "Bass clef" over here). Enjoyed. Geoff. Quote
tonyv Posted March 2, 2012 Posted March 2, 2012 I like it a lot, Franklin. It takes me there, to the treetops. No people around, just the breeze ... Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
Aleksandra Posted March 6, 2012 Posted March 6, 2012 I like the softness in your poem, fdelano. Well done. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia
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