Deep and mute, the resting violin;
noon spread flat on silent terrain,
flares of mirage, of beaten days
carried faded pages of old stories.
Far away a dark cloud hovers
moving dead winds, withered tears;
deep and mute, the resting violin
aches for torrents of rain;
fill in, wash out,
fill in, wash out,
cool out flares of old stories
as night sets in, nourish yellow
flowers
over purpled grooves
for a dew-soft dawn … as it sets
in
with melodies of free birds.
When it is far away and we still are accustomed to it, it's hard to hear the freedom songs. What a great use of the haunting violin as symbol.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susan....
DeleteThis is very beautiful. I like your use of repetition.
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Deletethere is a nice dance in your words...the freedom though, it is worth whatever it takes to get to it...
ReplyDeletereally like the image of the resting violin at the beginning and how that plays with the songs in the end...
hey you, been a while. smiles.
Hai Brian.....happy to hear from you....thanks a lot....I hope & wish to write more frequently and be in touch with the blogger world..........
DeleteAmazing!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteFar away a dark cloud hovers
ReplyDeletemoving dead winds, withered tears
Just a war still hovers around the world...
Yes...you are right........hope yellow flowers shower......thank you...
Deleteliked the affect of the fill in, wash out lines... gave things a bit of movement
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Delete"deep and mute, the resting violin"...one longs for someone to pick it up and free its voice! So well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.... your words matter very much to me...
DeleteThat final line.. yes that's what we want - free birds
ReplyDeleteyes always.....thank you!
Deletemy elder son plays violin, and so I was taken by your inclusion, and your effective repetition and imagery ~
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Deletethank you so much....I love listening violin........
DeleteYou know your poems carry that Innocence and softness that we often read in our school books, like Wordsworth ... soothing and peaceful ... love your poetry always :-)
ReplyDeleteSo happy to hear this..........thank you so much Amrit........
DeleteYour words sang to me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to visit.
Most welcome and thank you!!
DeleteI was glad to read of the free birds who could fill in for the muted violin.
ReplyDeleteThis reads nice with the repetition to help. To me it was like having a dream that I could not interpret.
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Thank you Jim....
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