Violin Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Violin



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 OF THE POEM
Marina Gasbey 27 July 2010

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...

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Zoe Wyant 19 April 2010

I like this very much :)

11 6 Reply
a a 27 March 2010

i sure can relate that one, very nice!

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