Lavender
Lavender
Dec 14, 2022

Rhythm Band

stoic sticks click (rest) clack
wild tambourines throw a festive party
while those prim and proper triangles
those dangling works of art
hold their noses high
shoulders at a rest
waiting for the hush
the silence of the rhythm band, and then
with almost no effort at all, they declare

ping!

the song is over
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About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser

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Rula

Rula

2 years 4 months ago

Well descriptive piece. Though I'm not sure what inspired this, it seems like a concert of kind was attended and I got the feeling that it was enjoyable for everyone, and me too as I read.
Always pleases me to read your words dear.

Lavender

You are so kind. My first error with this poem was to assume that the reader knew what a rhythm band was, and could relate to some similar experience in their own childhood. I was in first or second grade -six or seven years old, and we performed a concert for our parents. It was a massive struggle getting through it, and that memory brought about this poem. It needs some work! I always appreciate your help in reading and commenting!
Thank you!
L

Rula

It might be only me as different cultures have different experiences, but it wasn't very difficult to guess that it is a musical party.
Thank you for the clarification anyways

Lavender

This one needs to be rescued, and I appreciate your generous suggestions. I'll pull it in and trim off the extra weight. Thank you for your time and help here! I'm very grateful!
L
Ping! :)

lovedly

when the music flopped
Miss Lady Frown
hit me with her ruler
for no fault of mine
I was not yet nine..
Now while resting in the dungeons of
no poetry
just lemme
enjoy your

ping
ding dong ding!
then hear me sing

lovedly

nature provided the sun.....
life is a conglomeration of sadness
intermingled with happiness

more sun than rain
else twill be a pain

Rula

Rula

2 years 4 months ago

much better dear Lavender. It's compacted and right to the point without losing the details.
I thought the last line would read smoother as :
[now] the song is over.
But that obviously so minor thing . It's great as is
Nice memory.

Rula

Rula

2 years 4 months ago

the most welcome my dear wonderful friend.