Mark R Slaughter


Violin - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters -
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling - wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound -
Yet the player wasn't there,
Only creamy song - soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening,
Romance of a tune - laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.

Then a climax -
Writhing passion cutting deep -
Wounding macho flesh;

And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.




Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Comments about Violin by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie Marina Gasbey (7/27/2010 10:01:00 AM)

    An odd topic, music, but and interesting one at that! Music strikes many visions and emotions to mind. Your words were very captivating! ... Marina Gasbey... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Zoe Wyant (4/19/2010 2:54:00 PM)

    I like this very much :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie a a (3/27/2010 7:40:00 PM)

    i sure can relate that one, very nice! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 16, 2013


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