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Mozart Requiem

Written: February 13, 2023 ____________________________________________ An anathema for, pilose nettle burns, an art form of unstable feathers, tropes across the ivory cuticles. Melted mascarpone in a figurine, pearlescent obsidian, hooping sapped spirit, sight of the blue sky. within her boneless flesh, the artist grumbles severely, in a strained, velvety voice, jumping into the air. Prima picture goes away, with feeble equine acclaim, the nest of the forlorn swan, embracing an ethereal dawn. Whimsical soprano, barely etched in matte black, diploid remains, a flawless fleck of fascinating fright. Rakish Requiem for an, unrequited magnum opus, rushing on pinewood stains, on the cusp of collapse. As she droops on the ladder, the impresario draws the opera curtains closer, while soothing music, numbs her toes. When Requiem strolls, across the stage to the tune of Mozart pianissimo, he manages to pull off, fulfills a task with accuracy. 2nd place contest winner

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Date: 2/18/2024 10:40:00 AM
Congratulations on your winning work. I delighted that you placed with this well worded work of art. Thanks for sharing it with us and for dropping by my page. Sara K
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Date: 2/14/2024 6:56:00 PM
Vivid description of the exhaustion and energy of artistic expression. CONGRATS on your win, Lasaad. Janice
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Date: 2/14/2024 5:44:00 PM
Simply breathtaking, Sotto. A favorite! Gosh, this breathes sensitivity.
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Date: 2/14/2024 3:34:00 AM
Alas, I have never heard the performance of Mozart's Requiem. Years ago I was in a choir when we sang Verdi's Requiem. Very difficult but had its moments too. Unfortunately, my time is limited and I cannot spare time for long classical music; especially since I love Italian so much.
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Date: 2/13/2024 6:29:00 PM
I love “soothing music numbs her toes”. You are very creative always something new dripping from your pen! I bet you dream poetic verses. Great poem!
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Date: 2/13/2024 4:18:00 PM
Seems like I was witnessing an opera and I felt the powerful but fatigued performer/dancer (on the cusp of collapse)...also seemed like this was a tribute of sorts to the impresario who produced the opera. My mother was a Mozart lover; so we grew up listening to his music....I'm rambling...sorry, had a long day. Nicely done, dear Sotto. your poetess friend in Texas, Sara
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Date: 2/13/2024 2:21:00 PM
Music and ballet are a great combination. I enjoyed this energetic poem.
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Date: 2/13/2024 11:53:00 AM
Sotto my friend, you create a scene of quiet resignation, as the impresario draws the opera curtains closer and soothing music numbs the artist's toes. Despite her exhaustion, he finds solace in the fulfillment of her task, symbolized by the Requiem strolling across the stage to the tune of Mozart pianissimo. Your poem offers a poignant exploration of the highs and lows of artistic expression, capturing the beauty and complexity of the creative process.
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Date: 2/13/2024 5:47:00 AM
I hear the tenor of music throughout---resonating in your articulate descriptions, my friend.
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