Microphone and Piano
The man sings his song
With a passion.
The microphone feeds
The words to his mouth
As he swallows them whole
And they bounce
Off the chords
In the back of his throat
And are rocketed
Out through his eyes
With the pain
Of a faraway heart.
The piano keys
Shake his hands
Which in turn
Sway his wrists
Which in turn
Send his body
Writhing and slinking
Like a broken dancer
Dancing to the beat
Of invisibility.
The man plays his passion
With a song.
Anonymous
2/23/06
07:28:49 PM
The man sings his song
With a passion.
The microphone feeds
The words to his mouth
As he swallows them whole
And they bounce
Off the chords
In the back of his throat
And are rocketed
Out through his eyes
With the pain
Of a faraway heart.
The piano keys
Shake his hands
Which in turn
Sway his wrists
Which in turn
Send his body
Writhing and slinking
Like a broken dancer
Dancing to the beat
Of invisibility.
The man plays his passion
With a song.
Anonymous
2/23/06
07:28:49 PM
3 Comments:
Mm! My compliments on the end. Good ending. Strong. I liked it.
It reminded me of that line from that song:
"Faith in F sharp"
Thank you for submitting to ELO. The editors really do appreciate your effort and the courage that it takes to submit something.
On the poem: I like it. A lot. Too tired for constructive criticism.
Good idea with rewriting the first lines at the end, clever.
You know if you desired so, you could probably fashion this piece into a concrete poem, forming the designs to shape a microphone.
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