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Marcia Castain Poem
I love the strings of violins,
Cool tunes vibrating,
Slippery and smooth.
I've soaked within long-winded horns,
Melodies haunting,
Languid and luring.
I'm lifted up in dulcet flutes,
Blithe rhythms flirting,
Airy and ambulent.
I'm enrapt in vibes of organs,
Echos oscillating,
Intricately interlaced.
Copyright © Marcia Castain | Year Posted 2021
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Marcia Castain Poem
I step outside and enter into morning
just before the sun,
the first petals of new blossoms are forming,
sunrise has begun.
A quiet, furtive breeze bends flower stems
a rustles fragile leaves,
soon several rays of sunlight descend
through frigid, dew-soaked trees.
Sun continues rising and darkness retreats
to surface shadows,
sleepy flower faces and droopy limbs reach
for warmth to swallow.
I sigh, and tepid air pours
into my lungs, it is refreshing,
the smell of maple and pine
among this fragrant meshing!
Copyright © Marcia Castain | Year Posted 2021
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