Cherry Orchard
Cherries tremble in the wind
Dry eyes blink
Eighth notes dance with sixteenth notes
On background of white, taking rests as the music dictates
Slender fingers stroke keys of ivory and ebony
Delicate beauty gives birth
A vicious tortured sound
Tears glisten against pale cheeks stark against black gown
Stinging eyes blur
Strong blast of air assaults the orchard
Broken cherries bleed into the parched earth
I wrote this poem while I was in college. I still really like, but my poetry professor didn't have anything to say about it. What do you think?
