03-12-2013, 11:21 PM
Nice narrative tone Brandon. I liked how you played with the imagery (i.e., as my story spills).
Here's my poem and my move:
Aubade for the Bipolar
Nxe5
The morning is for Rachmaninoff and bees,
and the soft steps of pollened feet,
as black separates from white
like pressed keys on a piano.
The sun is a bronze chime,
and half the bed shivers.
In the copper glow of morning,
the dew on the leaf is a dappled darkness.
Here's my poem and my move:
Aubade for the Bipolar
Nxe5
The morning is for Rachmaninoff and bees,
and the soft steps of pollened feet,
as black separates from white
like pressed keys on a piano.
The sun is a bronze chime,
and half the bed shivers.
In the copper glow of morning,
the dew on the leaf is a dappled darkness.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson