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Evening Performance

The lights lower.
The invisible conductor 
raises
his magic wand.
Sounds swell. All musicians
in the cicada orchestra
play the tymbal.
Bats dance
to the firefly light show
against a backdrop
of cadmium blue.

Night drops the curtain.
Tireless,
the players continue –
music until dawn.

July 12, 2018

N/A July Premiere (Brian Strand), judged 7/13

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Constance La France

July 29, 2018 at 5:14 PM

Nina, congratulations on your win in my contest with this beautifully penned poem, well done !

Agnes Krampe

July 30, 2018 at 7:02 AM

Thank you for my placement; I am glad you liked my poem.

Line Gauthier

July 28, 2018 at 11:45 PM

Lovely, Agnes. A beautiful mise en scene.

Susan Gentry

July 28, 2018 at 2:02 PM

Congratulations on your win. You so perfectly describe poetically cicada orchestra. Enjoyed.

Eve Roper

July 27, 2018 at 5:18 PM

Back with congratulations on your awesome win. . Hugs Eve

Jim Musser

July 16, 2018 at 3:07 PM

You captured the experience well.

Eve Roper

July 15, 2018 at 9:37 PM

Beautiful imagery, Agnes, your muse is still with you... I had a dear poet here tell me " Reach for the Artist in you." The artist in me took a turn to do that and it has been helping... :) (the poet is Probir) Probir has a vision that is remarkable when he sees his surroundings . So look around you are a photo of the internet and write what you see and hear if you were in the middle of the still life.

Emile Pinet

July 14, 2018 at 4:37 PM

Your thoughts paint the scene with descriptive words that bring the essence of your experience into our conscious mind and we can walk in your shoes for a short time and hear the cicada orchestra play. The descriptive wording and the great imagery bring this piece to life. Emile.

Agnes Krampe

July 15, 2018 at 7:29 PM

Thank you for your kind and detailed comment, Emile.

Anne-Lise Andresen

July 14, 2018 at 1:54 PM

- Oh... a beautiful poem, Agnes :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Agnes Krampe

July 15, 2018 at 7:35 PM

Thank you, Anne-Lise.

Andrea Dietrich

July 13, 2018 at 6:28 PM

Very cool show of that night time performance, Agnes!!

Pashang Salehi

July 13, 2018 at 6:11 PM

Gorgeous ... an exquisite way of drawing a thunderstorm with words... Magnificent.

Daniel Turner

July 13, 2018 at 12:01 AM

Tireless would be the key word. But it certainly has the power to hypnotize you. You catch yourself sitting with a blank stare looking at nothing. Now I know how Noriega felt:) This poem put me right outside on my front porch, Agnes. You could have written it sitting on my porch swing. I love it:)