Scherzo For Trumpet Poem by Skye Roberds

Scherzo For Trumpet

Rating: 3.5


Near the end of the scherzo
She experienced an ecstasy she
Had never known.

She hoped for an encore,
Longing for the next movement,
Body taut with ancitipation.

“It is all in the tongue, ” he explained,
Wiping his lips carefully
And putting away the instrument.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jerry Hughes 02 April 2009

I absolutly concur, it's all in the tongue. Smiling, Jerry

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Ted Sheridan 02 April 2009

Another man who loves pie.

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