1. Morning is here, violating her visits,
Clearly doubting my love for our kids;
To watch them sleep so sound through the night,
Is all that I get-but she rose before six.
2. Why, might I ask, is it so hard to speak?
Seeing someone so stunning, I'm left without speech
Can beauty truly leave a man mute?
They've locked up advice and eaten the key.
3. It can't be found in music class,
This outlook so sincere and vast
Just lay on a car, pen in hand
With Springsteen, Dylan, and Mr. Cash.
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4 comments:
I like the rhyming, but the opening to me was a little weak. It has a good idea but in needs to flow a little more.
The last poem was interesting and enjoyable cause it was about great musicians.
I think your second verse really captures the appreciate of beauty and of the moment of the original!
I really liked the last one as well. Music has a deep meaning that cant be studied or analyzed, it's just something that comes to you naturally and comes from the imagination. I definitely agree with you, especially about Bob Dylan's music. He was always known as a great poet because his lyrics are a lot deeper than just words on paper.
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