Concert Night

We were there for th wind ensemble,
There was where I met you,
My senses traversed through
'          ` th geography of your body,

Then, th first song.

In th expanded moment,
Tubas transformed into windmills,
Trumpets moan and yearn,
My senses never left
'          ` your cotton-covered hills.

Golden canaries flew out of clarinets,
As bell flowers bloomed from th horns,
I glanced to you when it was th solo sax,
And imagined children when
'      ` th percussion frolicked and fawned.

Then, the last song wrapped.

Encore! Encore!

Just one more: One more, I begged.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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September 14, 2026 at 10:36 AM
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Agustin Avatar
January 12, 2025 at 9:52 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
Fleming Avatar
March 18, 2016 at 2:21 PM
Very nice, Welsonn. May I politely ask: Are you aware that the "e" appears to be missing off several of your words? I refer to the word - "The". Nevertheless...A lovely little poem. My best regards! :) john P.s A seven
Goh Avatar
March 21, 2016 at 2:11 AM
AH yes. It's a bad habit of mine to imply the 'e' in 'the', instead of making it explicit. It came about from reading Shakespeare when much younger; he would substitute the Es with an apostrophe. Th' winds ev'r be thine. I don't know. It bothers some people. Do you think I should kick the habit.
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