A fragile string of a violin
Waiting for that tender caress
Of the understanding bow
So that it may express its sorrow;
For that reliable ear
leaning all of its
attention toward the neglected soul.
The constant vibrations of pain
hoping to be guided
to harmony’s healing home.
Ailing hearts whisper to the melody
You’re not alone…
Offering an answer to the aching
Cries for companionship
That is where pain and passion
collide their art to conceive
A beautiful mess
Traveling like a spill,
much too swift
and too great to
fully absorb
But if you’re lucky
it will swim through your emotions
and stain your mind
and stain your mind
Until solitude becomes a stranger
Until you become a part of
More than just the parts of you.
Again, I love this one. As I read this one, I found myself slowing down as I went, as if I needed to absorb each feeling and each sentiment.
ReplyDeleteI like the concept of a violin, which has very mathematical considerations for proper function, serving as an introduction for a spill. The contrast is quite creative, well done.
ReplyDeleteThis one made me cry. You seem to speak my soul Trish. I love you and your soul...thank you for being brave enough to share you and include me in that. I am honored. Hugs and love...lots of them.
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