The Solo Performer Poem by Indira Renganathan

The Solo Performer

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Light dims down to semidarkness
And we wrinkle our eye corners
Our cloudy vision through a billowy
Dusty curtain picks the figures shadowy
The performer begins biting the bass
No accompaniments. His own' super-cell' harmony
Very conceited the performer overdoes becoming gloomy
And the concert cracks along the octaves
With the burbling sound of notes
Unbalanced, lo, he becomes angry
And now with dismantled beats and bangs
The performer kicks, rolls, and scrolls
Sounding screaming, crackling, creaky, croaky
With all that improper concerto music squawky
Toppling you and me in thundery shivers
Everything getting topped up in swirls
Yelling 'tornado tornado'and falling on each other
We run away from that killer twister
Guarding ourselves from that shearing windstorm

Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 18 July 2018

The performer begins biting the bass/No accompaniments. His own' super-cell' harmony.....touching expression! It's a beautiful poem dear madam! Pray for your peace, happiness and long life.....Dillip

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lovely blend of musical taste in this exciting piece about a solo performer that not only amazes, but destroys, thankyou for your comment by the way, yours was a lovely piece, take care :)

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