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Resonance

The music pounds, through my lips slip the words
We lift, release, spread our wings together
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.

My eyes are clear now, while before this they were blurred
A home to return to, familiar and welcoming:
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words

Once overwhelmed, now blissful, now cured
Through my quiet, open mouth I pour my soul
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.

A solemn silence seems to have occurred
Though I turn the volume louder, louder
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words

Closing lines, the music slows, grows slurred
I whisper notes and smile something secret
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.

I open my eyes to find the world demurred
The sky seems soft and not so out of reach
The music pounds, through my lips slip the words
I listen to it, but I think it's me that's heard.




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roxamania96 said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 4:43 pm:
I love the format of the poem - villanelle, right? It's really good, and I can seriously relate. If you know what I mean about the line "smile something secret" I think. Cough cough cole!
 
Yael K. replied...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 5:13 pm :
hahha ya definitely.....its a lot harder to write in a format like this but i tried, i like stanzas 3 and 4 best, but i wanted to see what other ppl thought....
 
roxamania96 replied...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 6:16 pm :
I really like stanzas 5 and 6.
 
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