chirping exhaust trails
of a streaming philharmonic
blue-winged panegyrics float in
on a breeze of murmurs
dazzling brainwaves prevail
upheavals of a dawning melody
sequels of an aurora psalm
silken song of a chickadee
twilight fascination
in strands of a woven sapphire
orchestral melodic line
a thalia chorus with notes of
birch on a spring morning
4th Contest Place Winner
Written: June 21, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
All we have is this awesome moment now.
Regrets of the past are really useless
to consider, and worries about how,
or what if, are really utter nonsense.
Just focus on your own deep breathe
with relentless zeal, or on the music
with an intensity that serves to sift
out the extraneous and hear basic
drum or melodic line is all that matters,
and all the pain is suddenly gone and
the tension that tightens fists and batters
brain and vein with outrageous demand,
commanded to disperse in the universe,
from which poetry flows easy and diverse.
Piano keys met different people
By dancing with their light fingers,
Sun rises and sets at temples
Beholding different tunes to be played with no lingers;
Enjoyment spreading into the souls and ears
Bellflowers close their eyes
And unto the space they dive
Flying high above into the blue skies
Sensing the beauty of each note that strives
Reviving the sensations of the musicians making it strive,
Then, violins join in,
Strings unfolding into a melodic line
Pervading strains of delegation within
Every listener with a strong and fine
Taste of music; indeed so divine
Keys, strings, or even drums
Are music to the ear
Only when people do set their mind into the strums,
Identifying each note as a tear
Dripping from eyes with no fear
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