E.A Rumfield
08-10-2012, 08:40 PM
I decided to give that spoken word thing another shot. I think it's fun and helps discover rhythm. Below are the two poems. I'd appreciate any insight and I promise it's better than last time.
http://soundcloud.com/playingthepianodrunk/the-moon-her-eyes
A Venture Into The Obscure
I see the wind
as it ravishes the land
Carrying with it
all that was great
and not so great
all that was beautiful
and all that was ugly
all my hopes
and your dreams
The rain falls, invisible,
and I watch it
wash the world away
the tide grows and, I
escape to higher ground as
the sky begins to
dissolve into the landscape
and the sun falls
right into the sea
The waves
they do the rest
and I'm standing
here on a smoldering
rock, with a cop and a clock
and neither ever did us any good
Her Eyes, The Moon
I found her later that night.
Under the beckoning moon.
Immersed in its glow.
Like a gentle hand, caressing
her slender frame.
I was lost in time, minutes
passed by.
“The first thing I noticed about you
was the love in your eyes. Never in
my life had I seen such a sight. “
She looked up at me and with
a puppy dog sigh, fluttered
those eyes.
“Now I can tell someone occupies
them, and you are as beautiful as
ever.”
She brushed her hair out of the
way and I studied her face.
The dimple in her chin, that
little freckle under her nose.
Her eyes as bright and wide
as the moon.
“I just want to know, is it me?”
http://soundcloud.com/playingthepianodrunk/the-moon-her-eyes
A Venture Into The Obscure
I see the wind
as it ravishes the land
Carrying with it
all that was great
and not so great
all that was beautiful
and all that was ugly
all my hopes
and your dreams
The rain falls, invisible,
and I watch it
wash the world away
the tide grows and, I
escape to higher ground as
the sky begins to
dissolve into the landscape
and the sun falls
right into the sea
The waves
they do the rest
and I'm standing
here on a smoldering
rock, with a cop and a clock
and neither ever did us any good
Her Eyes, The Moon
I found her later that night.
Under the beckoning moon.
Immersed in its glow.
Like a gentle hand, caressing
her slender frame.
I was lost in time, minutes
passed by.
“The first thing I noticed about you
was the love in your eyes. Never in
my life had I seen such a sight. “
She looked up at me and with
a puppy dog sigh, fluttered
those eyes.
“Now I can tell someone occupies
them, and you are as beautiful as
ever.”
She brushed her hair out of the
way and I studied her face.
The dimple in her chin, that
little freckle under her nose.
Her eyes as bright and wide
as the moon.
“I just want to know, is it me?”