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Click hereThe following poem was written by BooMerengue and irishcatsmeow as part of the Grab a Partner Challenge. Boo wrote the odd numbered lines and irish wrote the even numbered lines.
Indigo eyes glance shyly as he picks up his guitar
ready to strum a love-gone-wrong tune.
His voice slides right off the side of the mountain
bouncing into her veins, a rubber ball gone awry.
In the darkened bar she stands as if compelled
to test electrical sparks emanating from his eyes.
Her body moves marionette like to each plucked string
drawing him into her as only imagination's bubble can.
The plaintive wail of his guitar strikes her heart,
pierces the pillars of solitary indifference
and touches a place that til now was walled in stone.
Trembling, she embraces her epiphany, waiting
as his eyes finally lift to her swaying abandon.
Her dancing mesmerizes, her aura captivates;
the dance hall falls away and as the guitar sings
two lone souls entwine in the magical night.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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Hey, Irish! I had a lot of fun here. You give great lines to respond to! Let's do it again, wanna?? Thanks!
Love these two lines:
His voice slides right off the side of the mountain
bouncing into her veins, a rubber ball gone awry.