Beth Hart

Her pink okra fingers play violoncello, Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow; Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale? Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...? An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven, Splays open, in and through her, like a vast ocean; Piano, cello, bass guitar, and percussion, Her heart and hands try all with perfect precision...! Venomous feelings of infantile memories, Childhood and adulthood draperies of worries; Mushroom-like or monsoon creatures-like resentments, Repetitions of termite-eating sentiments... Like palms or banyans or olives Beth Hart withstood, Worries and cares, though, continued as wild Redwood; Grim hurt, anger, embarrassment, and frustration, Could all these, yet, crash her creative causation...? Rocks and boulders and hard hills, and mountains she breaks, Earthquakes and volcanoes of destructions she shakes; "Screamin' for My Supper", "LA Song (Out of This Town)", Midst best melodic arts, Beth has her laurel crown...!!! 08 May 2023 Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables