Emerald Rain

Small brisk strokes jab somber
Rhythms across dead strings.
Fingers resonate with clarity like
Blue roses in secret gardens.

Echoes loom to ascension,
Angels breaking wings.

With one look, all
Is siphoned into a lead heart,
Beating into rich anchors
Of skinned emotion.

It can never die.

Reviews

[Clouded in Hopeful Illu..]

Thank you for the read request.

I think it is wonderful how you can say so much is such a short poem. I do feel that it may be a little too short, however, to add more seems to waste the ambiguity and mezmorization that it holds over the reader. It is really effective that your ending is just one line. It's really in your face, that last line.

You did a wonderful job of putting forth the feelings presented throughout. That is important. It brings a new meaning to the poem and helps to deliver it intensly.

Thank you for sharing.

[Gandré]

looks like mystery. great job!

[Andrew (not Andy, A.J. ..]

Whoa, great! I really like how pull the reader in, real fast. Great read.
I'd say that, of ALL the poetry I've read this month (which I read quite a lot of btw) this is one of the best. It's up there with "The Raven" and "Jabberwocky" in my favorites!

[Raven Wilson]

Wow I got cold chills reading this, which is a rare occurence, I love your writing style! I can't really explain, but I really like this piece.