I Just Can’t Cope-acabana
By Morgan Sands
He had blue eyes,
sun smooched skin,
and a saxophone that he
fingered, tonged then blowed.
The sweet tune of Copacabana
on the sax,
played all night.
Loud then quiet,
fast then slow.
The percussion banging,
keeping the rhythm like a heartbeat;
boom, ba-boom, ba-boom.
The saccharine harmony plays
At the copa- Copacabana
until the first rays of sunlight drifts
through the hazy windows reminding me
of his skin, the touch, the boom, ba-boom, ba-boom.
morgan tyler sands 
Arenas!
I love your poem, your language mechanism, theme and the color. I liked how you include the story behind copacabana, the boy, the music… You included many poetic devices such as metaphors, connotations, enjambments, alliterations and imagery. I could tell that you took your time to include the correct punctuation throughout the poem. Overall good job!