Craig Cornish Poet Free verse

Making Music

The room spun round and round -
blurred revelers rocked and watched

light steps in perfect time,
no need to hear its melody nor
cadence sung to sweet refrains.

She, the maestro of memories,
bathes in a reverie of ... yesterdays;
dancing to the music only she can hear -

yet all can feel.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 27, 2024 at 8:10 PM Your poetic brush Craig creates a scene where music transcends sound, becoming a symphony of memories and emotions. The imagery of blurred revelers and the maestro of memories dancing to her own tune is captivating. Your words show music isn't just heard, but felt in the depths of our souls. - Blessings, Daniel Craig Cornish March 28, 2024 at 6:27 AM Thank you kindly Daniel for your thoughtful comment

Silent One March 27, 2024 at 1:43 PM This is a good example for your contest.. You really captured the scene here through your words.. Craig Cornish March 27, 2024 at 7:09 PM Thank you SO - Gonna try to do one from a different angle as well - this prompt can be fun, hope you have a go at it!