Cello drums out his rhythm, in time using his base note biblical forms – sheet music. cello answers in her high, treble clef voice in two two time against Cello’s four four rhythms. The sound of their strings accordantly unique within their harmonious…
Category: Marathon Poem
Mom’s Tattoo
It will be fine said the son I have four you can get one. Mom blinked hard and tried to look brave. I could get one some other day. Come on mom choose one for you, just here on your skin you will…
Hour three
the bees swarm around their hive the scouts have located a new home they pause midair for directions drawing on the scent of scout pheromones the bees guide their old queen to the new place keeping her cool and safe surrounded by her loyal bees…
Hour 3 – Dance of Two for 3 or More – Text prompt
Dance of Two for 3 or More I want to write a world for you And you alone would hear it. A dance between two people as The world cannot come near it The ebb and flow of harmony The waltz of you and me…
Poem 3
She is the Sound of the Night Sky If the stars could sing they will have her golden voice and the silver moon will play the violin made of wavy strands from her ebony hair With a heavenly music that’s so strong One will surely…
Prompt Three: The City (NYC)
LOS ANGELES THOUGHTS Dirty big city . . . It shakes . . . Rattles . . . Lived there once . . . Make that twice . . . It has good points . . . When it’s not shaking . . . It’s…
One String – Hour 3 Prompt
Sometimes I don’t know what to say Wishing I could play more than just one string Sometimes I find it easier to speak with less Using all the voices of just one string
My Sunflower Girl – Hour Three
My sunflower girl You brighten all my days My sunflower girl You are in my heart always Whenever I’m down You can always bring a smile My sunflower girl Please stay here with me awhile My sunflower girl You are happy through the dim My…
Cello Caress
fingers press bows slide against strings strapped to formed wood creating symphonic harmony sweet, playful melody
A vampiric tribute hour 4
A Vampiric Tribute A nightmarish canvas is flayed before me, Her responses swift to my lover’s desire, Preparing to sate blood and fantasy’s dichotomy, She falls into the bonds of my unrepentant Dyer. Tarpaulin shackled and dragged to the tomb, She struggles and kicks like…