Get Your Premium Membership

Family Conflict

Soft mallets play the xylophone In comes the low note g on trombone Two hard mallets add their sound There's no dry bones around Soon the sound of a low bassoon Bongo drum adds its tune Wind blowing the harsh melody around Orchestra pitch now the sound All this floating to the ground Soon the only thing to be heard Loud bassoon making its words Quiet, quite still; one lone note Bass drum----boom

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 9/4/2009 12:43:00 PM
Clever poem Sara, a lovely poem to read>>James
Login to Reply
Date: 8/27/2009 10:22:00 AM
Hi Sara, Do you remember that old song called, "Dry Bones" I don't remember the whole song, but this poem reminded me of that old childhood tune. I don't remember but a few of the words, though. Those are my thoughts on this second look. DAS-J
Login to Reply
Date: 8/26/2009 10:32:00 PM
Sara, This is quite lovely. I love the analogy between music and family. A family of instruments. Smiling, DAS-J
Login to Reply
Date: 8/26/2009 6:14:00 PM
wow a masterpiece!!! yes really. you did it creativity has been used and not wasted on something that required less thought. great work. John Henry Loving III
Login to Reply
Date: 8/26/2009 4:19:00 PM
Wow! This is very well written!! Brighten my day. Thanks for the comment....Sabrina
Login to Reply
Date: 8/26/2009 2:57:00 PM
Oh my goodness what a write. Thank you for the chills. Love, Carol
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things