Spring Evening

A short poem

Soft saxaphone music spills into 

The warm evening

Sweet syrupy liquor 

For your ears

The notes are deep and round

And swell to mirror the

The blossoms in the traffic islands

Before dissolving to endless variations of blooms

A concrete moon floats above the skyline

Bloated on the sweet spring air

The city is silent

Except for those round notes

Bubbles of sound

The silence, too is loud

Made up of every tiny sound

Reviews

[Mehul Rwat]

Good for mind & years i think... liked it....

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. wow, the last five lines almost appear as if from nowhere and sting the reader ... brilliantly skillful writing ... it's great that your poetic voice echoes ...

[Tony]

Echo501 is a writer.
Excellent poem.

[Hannah E.]

"sweet syrupy liquor" to describe a sax is amazing and right on... Now it's possibly the only beautiful way I can describe the sound (:
Love this poem, good job!

[bookworm642]

I agree...very good use of imagery...keep writing!

[deadly healer]

nice imagery. i love imagery. i could dream of this.