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Laid back, dimmed lights ~
No brights ~ warm room
Strummmming of the strings
Mellllow tone of the trombone
TiCkle and tiNkle of piano keys
Melding in a sad, forlorn form
Memories…
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©Denise G Allen, 28 August 2013 02:54
Music for the Soul
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28/08/2013 at 11:21 am
Music: a gymnasium for the emotions.
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03/09/2013 at 1:14 pm
It is, isn’t it!
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28/08/2013 at 1:26 pm
mmm would not mind to just sit in the half dark and give a listen to that music and let it massage my soul…
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03/09/2013 at 1:15 pm
To imagine it is almost as good sometimes, Brian. 🙂
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28/08/2013 at 3:49 pm
Sounds sad, Adee.
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03/09/2013 at 1:16 pm
Farewell to memories really, Hope. 🙂
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29/08/2013 at 6:35 am
“… and that’s why they call it the blues…”
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03/09/2013 at 1:16 pm
Right, Jake, on the head mate!
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03/09/2013 at 4:49 pm
Thanks Denise, I love the colloquialism “mate” it’s so much more colorful than pal or buddy as we here are inclined to use. Thanks again.
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29/08/2013 at 7:41 pm
Making music is so evocative, whether strings, wind or percussion.
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03/09/2013 at 1:18 pm
Yes, I love to drift along with it, Col. I think, if I could, I would love to write music ~ maybe in my next life, lol!
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29/08/2013 at 11:58 pm
The power of music in your poem.
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03/09/2013 at 1:19 pm
Thanks, Bb, but I could never write about and do justice to it!
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05/09/2013 at 2:31 pm
I see that you have been writing since 2010. Looks like you fast developed your own style. Well done.
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05/09/2013 at 7:23 pm
Thank you for your very kind comment, Jamie. I don’t know about style ~ I am an ignoramus about poetry styles I just WRITE what feels RIGHT to me.
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