Voice as an untuned violin
Condemning he-speak hijacks my innermost thoughts
Drowning my ears
Wisdom in my soul, for what!
When my every word and thought is dead upon arrival
Tag Archives: Violin
Fiddle
The Poem, The Symphony
And The Crazed
I knew
Out there
All
Meant Everything
To me
Sinned: A Haiku
See now this bold proof
Hearing the violin song
The feel of the fallLook now the loud choir
Listen these are Holy words
The help to stand tall
The Search For Strings
Some other song
Still the cello’s rolling drawl
Still the violin fiddling with convention
Still the red and grey and wooded
And white
Still the notes hanging, then slow-motion wafting
On high
Still the Beautiful
Quiver
Would that you’d write me
A love note I’d be
A breve note
A base note
On violin’s strings
Ink my sweet heart
Quill to my skin
Join your hand
With my hand
The wind ‘neath our wings
fire & blue
It does seem that part of what I hold
Is colorless
All the rest though
Fire and blue
Remember?
And though there’s the brassy trumpet doing its best
I only feel the resonance
From a violin
In E Major
As I’m suspended here
I’ve a song that is in me
Asking a question
That’s long since been answered
But still I throw my head back
And sing Yes
This Haiku: Steel
You the violin
Upon which my chin would rest
But for all the chairs
Concerto
The soul-thieving
The final note
The rise of it, without warning
The float away, away
The carried heartstrings
The compelled to stay, to wait
The Violin, faultless
The love, endless Any Way
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