indigo tears flutter from my outstretched wings
as my mind is enveloped by the sea
and waves of you and me
philosophize about the way our bodies
would disappear in solemn meditation
and glide into pure white light,
but remember that we may still drown
in impassioned melodies stringing from
perfect fifths – some precision
that we have never yet
found
horsehair strokes your watery notions
as your mind is tickled with
thoughts of Gondolas,
romantic sunsets in Venice
you said I was beautiful & hourglass-shaped,
but I find that you are the one always
running out of time, never taking a moment
to see rhapsody, or to peel the layers of varnish
away from your diluted life
and I am the one left to wait patiently,
sending my voice to glue together
the pieces of your backbone
that come apart with your
dreams
Author notes
The word "violin" comes to us through the Romance languages from the Middle Latin word vitula, meaning "stringed instrument"
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired! by SpydurPoet.
675 points, ended September 9, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A chance for gold by Virgoan.
500 points, ended September 24, 2007, 49 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Love the imagery so much and the language is appaling. Nicely done
Thanks so much for sharing and I wish you all the best in the contest. Keep writing fellow poet.
>>>VIRGOAN
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wow
that was awesome possum poem. I loved the imagery and the emotion.
Thanks for entering the contest.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Thank you so much!
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