A Classical Symphony
Silence expands over the steep cliffs,
the lively colors of the waves
undulate like the fingers
of a conductor leading
a harmonic orchestra of blissful faces
which execute his gestures without delay.
Violins' notes keep on rising,
trumpets make ample sounds,
clarinets follow tone and pitch,
and the piano accompanies them all.
The blueness of the sea has a unique softness,
displaying its fickleness and changing to green;
sailboats drift very far from the deserted shore
and vanish into the vague gleams of the evening.
I am the only listener
of a classical symphony
with notes of superb
mastery, and perceiving my sadness,
his smiling eyes turn to me-
he places the baton in my hand.
Entered in Debbie Gucci's contest,
" Ten Picture, Ten Poems, Ten Poets, Ten Days "
Written on 1/6/2016
Poem # 1
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