Sunday, September 18, 2011

Poem 174 - The Phantom


The midnight hour strikes, a flute starts to play
The trees turn quiet, the clouds become gray
The phantom has appeared, to soothe the animals of the forest
They were acting strange, only he puts them to rest

He goes at dawn, comes at twilight
He plays his flute, throughout the night
You try to find him in the morning, and he is not there
He seems to have disappeared into the air
-Gaurang Rao

15 comments:

  1. He seems to be a nice and friendly Phantom!! Like "The Ghost who walks!!" ;)

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  2. Full of magic ... like flutes!

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  3. Ah we all need a calming influence.

    Anna :o]

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  4. The form flows to the melody of a flute... wonderful!

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  5. lovely night in your words.

    beautiful magpie.

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  6. The snake charmer in this is soothing...I like it a lot!

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  7. A friendly phantom... That's something...

    JJRod'z

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  8. smiles....quite the magical muse of the animals at night eh? nice rhyme scheme...

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  9. Lovely.... I like the poem very much...:)

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