Get Rid Of The Advertisements

TO BATHE THE MIND
 
The music of the world today
Is not my cup of tea.
With deaf'ning blasts from instruments
That sound like shrill banshees.

The 'concert magic' fills the air
With such a travesty,
My head is hurting, pounding hard....
It's not supposed to be!

I long for days of charm and class
Beside the parlor grand,
Where Chopin wafts through silken dreams
To touch a ladies' hand.

Oh poetry of melody
Which soothes the savage breast.
And bathes the mind with memories
That cause the soul to rest!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(My love affair with today's music....NOT!!!)
The NO FRILLS challenge





By MissSharon

© 2019 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

Read more poems by  MissSharon
Send this poem to a friend
Read 8 viewers comment(s)

This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page