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    dots Submission Name: The Sirenís Songdots

    Author: Cyntia
    ASL Info:    31
    Elite Ratio:    5.19 - 51/57/32
    Words: 153
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    dotsThe Sirenís Songdots

    The strum of his guitar paints the room
    a multitude of rhythmic colors;
    bright yellows and pinks;
    somber blues and blacks.

    The crowd sways as the melodic words
    tumble like the morning tide;
    increasing in intensity;
    diminishing with great restraint.

    An opening in the heart allows the musician
    to hypnotize vulnerable followers;
    following with their eyes closed;
    trusting with their lips sealed.

    His followers dance in perfect synchrony
    as the musician performs;
    ladiesí hips swaying to the beat;
    menís hands grasping her hips.

    Slight modifications in the tempo
    alter the dancersí interpretation;
    decrescendo pleading for tenderness;
    crescendo demanding a passionate thirst.

    The lights come on indicating an end
    to the musicianís song;
    applause ringing in his ears;
    adrenaline rushing through his veins.

    A young woman stands in the corner
    dancing to music still heard within her soul;
    he watches her mesmerized
    by the rhythmic colors that unfold.

    Submitted on 2012-04-11 20:58:47     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Thank you all for taking the time to read this poem and for your comments. Much appreciated!

    | Posted on 2012-04-12 00:00:00 | by Cyntia | [ Reply to This ]
      and that is what we feel...after a really good concert that stirs the soul as well as the heart, we still feel the music long after the player has stopped playing.

    and this poem resonates long after the reading, as well.

    | Posted on 2012-04-12 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      I am merely trying to learn to play. There's a reason for that. I think you've captured part of that here.
    | Posted on 2012-04-11 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      I play guitar well enough to have been in front of larger than teeny crowds (nothing really big). Your description of the situation touched me. I enjoyed your appreciation of the performance, but what I really liked was the way you likened the resilience of the woman in the corner to the music itself and how the musician was touched by ambience of her musical soul. It brought so many wonderful times back to me that I don't often think about. Thanks!

    | Posted on 2012-04-11 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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