Spring Evening

Spring Evening

A Poem by echo501

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

© 2010 echo501

TS might not be Frost or Eliot but combined with Nix they made music. Perhaps another colab?...
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Good for mind & years i think... liked it....

Posted 11 Years Ago

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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 ...

Posted 12 Years Ago

Echo501 is a writer.
Excellent poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago

"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!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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

Posted 12 Years Ago

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

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on April 13, 2010
Last Updated on April 13, 2010



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