I Do Love My Clarinet

April 26, 2011
Soaring and willowy,
Dark as a stormy night sky,
Glinting silver in the blinding lights.
A sweet serenade
Like an enamored spring bird;
Enchanting the soul
And piercing the mind.
Captivating and dangerous
One second from disaster;
Beautiful and complex
Like a mysterious stranger.
An unreal octave flows easily,
A harmonious sound as shady as a horror novel.
The melody is the final word of a dying artist
That breaks hearts even when all is silent.

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otherpoet said...
Dec. 28, 2011 at 8:57 pm
returning your virtual high-five... ;) I love how you compare the clarinet's sound to a bird, i've always thought of it as something underwater or in the woods - super cool poem!
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