trumpets
distant voices call
golden tones play purple
birds unseen are heard in distance
muted
embers grow soft, oboe to flute
the somber sky descends
heavy eyelids
dying
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was a choice between synonyms only and writing a butterfly cinquain with a color word included. I chose the later. I’ll let you decide on the meaning ;)
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Thanks! I think the experiment with synesthesia made it tend towards the surreal :)
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I love the colours and the music in your poem. I can hear the strains playing, from oboe to flute.
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Thanks. I guess in my world the sounds and colors meld into one…
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It all comes together like a song.
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:)
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Very evocative Trent – it’s like slipping into the sunset sky itself …. and I really like how you’ve used the colours and different elements, sound (birds) and musical instruments …. definitely very rich ….. a very perfect combination coming together …. :D
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Thanks. Even though Colleen said to sue color, for some reason the sounds came first :)
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the musician in you comes a callin’ :D
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Yes :)🎹🎹
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I like the music woven into the words. (K)
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Thanks
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Oboe and flute … I can see those sounds in this poem. Great job, Trent 🙂
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…those soft, lower register notes on the flute, of course… Thanks!
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I like the melding of color/music- well played!
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Thanks!
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This is absolutely stunning Trent. To me I see a day or a life coming to a beautiful end.
Beautifully written 💜
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Thanks, Willow. I was think along those liens – it could be the gentle, beautiful end of a day, or perhaps a calm and gentle end to a life…
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It’s truly perfect Trent.
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Thanks, Willow :)
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A pleasure 💜
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Beautifully written Trent!
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Thanks, Shari!
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“golden tones play purple” is absolutely beautiful.
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Thanks, Lisa :)
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The purple hue makes this butterfly cinquain sound regal by paying homage to the beauty of the sunset. I love it! <3
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Thanks, Colleen. At first I talked about “golden”, but then noticed that the color of the photo is much more purple, so…
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I like working with colors in our poetry. It adds another depth or layer to the meaning. <3
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It does. And with this I was experimenting with synesthesia, having sound and color interchange and sometimes go totally abstract.
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That’s cool, Trent! That’s the kind of creativity that makes our poetry different and unusual. ❤️
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So many shades of meaning. I like the music snd nightfall, sounds like evening around here with the birds. Hope you will join us for the celestial tanka poetry challenge this week!
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Thanks, Rebecca. I’ll try to make it by to your challenge :)
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This is lovely, Trent.
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Thanks, Dale :)
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:)
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Your coffee cooled down, right? ;)
(Lovely poem)
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Exactly – I just hate when that happens ;) Thanks!
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