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| © Kenia Cris |
the soundtrack of my life
has switched keys,
transforming into
series of preludes
played through
old tinny speakers,
gentle waves of sound
that give no clue
to the insidious motives
of the band,
yet still I dance on...
~~~~ This poem was written for the Weekend Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, giving us a choice of a form prompt or a photo prompt. I chose a photograph by Kenia Cris, whose work can be found at her blog Poesia Torta.
3 comments:
I really like the way you worded this image, Mary.
series of preludes
played through
old tinny speakers...
I like this, Mary. Sometimes we have no choice but to dance on.
"gentle waves of sound
that give no clue
to the insidious motives
of the band"
you often include lines in your poetry that are unexpected and really grab my attention and make me stop and think, or even go back and start reading again from the beginning. LOVE this!
♥
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