Silence was the theme for the night
Violence of violins was the first delight
Violence of violins was the first delight
Hurt harps joined the terrible serenade
Blurting his thoughts like a grim grenade
Guitars began singing tunes of guilt
Sitars sounding his lost hope's wilt
Dreaded drums echoing sad dreams
Shredded santoors sighing in screams
Tormented tablas of rhythmic beat
Torn apart in the grief of his defeat
Flutes flaunting faulty fanatic tunes
Mute memories buried in time's dunes
Pain painted by piano's performance
Slain smiles severed in vile penance
Cruised confusions of past left forlorn
Bruised bugles blared their last tone.
(This poem is not in Iambic pentameter, as I am yet to learn to adhere to the syllabic rules)
Prompted by FormForAll - Framed Couplets by Beachanny at dVerserPoetsPub.
Blurting his thoughts like a grim grenade
Guitars began singing tunes of guilt
Sitars sounding his lost hope's wilt
Dreaded drums echoing sad dreams
Shredded santoors sighing in screams
Tormented tablas of rhythmic beat
Torn apart in the grief of his defeat
Flutes flaunting faulty fanatic tunes
Mute memories buried in time's dunes
Pain painted by piano's performance
Slain smiles severed in vile penance
Cruised confusions of past left forlorn
Bruised bugles blared their last tone.
(This poem is not in Iambic pentameter, as I am yet to learn to adhere to the syllabic rules)
Prompted by FormForAll - Framed Couplets by Beachanny at dVerserPoetsPub.
