orchestra of cacophony This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

December 8, 2012
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An unnatural silence echoes, an
ivy green conundrum set within.
Brown tendrils of belonging bolt
outright upward. No leaning for support.
Competition fierce in manners of survival.
And yet safety at home is of
the rarest joy. A hum. A thrum.
Of personality within. The hiss, the
buzz of protection. Roar responded
by chatters and squawks of every percussionist.
The trumpeter, debut in solo.
A string quartet transformed by
humidity, into a trombone of groans.
Conductors clothed in harmony,
foreign exotics, seizing music in their
own tongue.
Take a seat, ladies and gentlemen,
The Cacophony has begun.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Padoodallee said...
Dec. 14, 2012 at 2:20 pm
This poem flows very well, and I was captured in the first line. The differences between a cacophony and an orchestra were beautifully combined in an interesting paradox. Good job!
sadesdd said...
Dec. 14, 2012 at 12:55 pm
Wow! Great describing words! Capturing the moment kinda thing! My favorite was: thrum.
Timmmaayyy said...
Dec. 14, 2012 at 11:47 am
This poem really hit deep! I can relate to this so well.
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