Minuet

I just love music. Inspiration, purity.

 

I want a melody to burst from my fingertips

So I pound away at my keyboard

Keys—staccato beats

Alternating, call and response

Back and forth—what a play

 

I want my voice to rise octaves

instead, my words make music

dancing, tip to toe,

a prominent waltz, like Ginger Rogers

gliding backwards in heels

 

I have dreams—but so does everyone

Desires, passions, wants...

And in my heart, the beat goes...

steady and pulsing

 

yes, there it is...

 

can you smell the pitch?

Reviews

[OilsandSyntax]

This is good so far. I like what you have here. I especially like the image you have of Ginger Rogers gliding backwards in heels. I'm a big fan of concrete imagery. I like poetry that paints me a picture and this one certainly does with that phrase. I can also see you punding away at the staccato beats...I think you could keep going with this one even more. Totally just my opinion though. I'm starting to smell the pitch, I just need a few more images! (I have a weak sense of smell!) lol

Overall, well done. I like it very much. I would love to hear what you think of my peice titled "The Muse"

[Kelley Pascoe]

Love that last line ....

"can you smell the pitch?"

Put a smile on my face. I know what you mean. Great poem!!!
Kelley Frost