Poem
So I have to write a poem for Creative Writing. And since my group won't give good feedback, I present to you ...
The Concert
Sweaty palms leave traces on my thighs, as
nervous fingers drum against the strings. The
hot stage lights burn down upon our black attire,
the room feels like an oven. Lights so bright, we
cannot see them, but we hear them. Programs rustling,
papers fluttering, murmurs of “hello” and “is this
seat taken?” Butterflies in a cage, my stomach, as I
look at the music in front of me. The violinist sounds
the first note; the orchestra comes alive hesitantly
at first. Suddenly, swells of marvelous music, making
no sense at all, fill the space taking their breath away.
The strings are silent. The conductor takes his place.
Tell me what sucks, and why. Tell me what's good, and why. What did you like? What didn't you like? What would you change?
Thank you! =)
The Concert
Sweaty palms leave traces on my thighs, as
nervous fingers drum against the strings. The
hot stage lights burn down upon our black attire,
the room feels like an oven. Lights so bright, we
cannot see them, but we hear them. Programs rustling,
papers fluttering, murmurs of “hello” and “is this
seat taken?” Butterflies in a cage, my stomach, as I
look at the music in front of me. The violinist sounds
the first note; the orchestra comes alive hesitantly
at first. Suddenly, swells of marvelous music, making
no sense at all, fill the space taking their breath away.
The strings are silent. The conductor takes his place.
Tell me what sucks, and why. Tell me what's good, and why. What did you like? What didn't you like? What would you change?
Thank you! =)