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Violin Notes Fall From Heaven No More
Her trembling twilight is dimming with streaking purple tears bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain hurting but never hugged -- locked in the arms of atmosphere’s apathy that smeared with fiendish fingers a contusing plum palette across any hope in her godforsaken horizon ~ this sorrowful songbird who sings with the shattered purity of violin strains falling from Heaven finds her bemoaning musical notes adrift - lost on breezy deaf days as she is once again thrown down from the self-serving skyscape by the hateful hands of the wildcat winds. In the deep inkwell of lullaby-less lonely nights where never a tender nursery rhyme has ever set her free are memories scribed of storm-battered days and weighing heavily on Libra’s scales are the injustices of dreams she will never live nor flights of fancy she will never take as her scorching sire of solar flares on withering warpaths sleeps soundly on a bloated bed over-stuffed with betrayal and broken promises while merciless maternal moonbeams do not wander the coal-colored haze with lanterns lit beaming to find her frail fractured form lost in the eclipsed puckered pleats of the blood-red mistress’s skirts. Tonight, the stricken sparrow folds her fledgling wings never to fly again… will the skies miss her? Susan Ashley March 4, 2018 ------------------------------ ~Third Place~ Contest: Favorite Free Verse (not for contest) Sponsor: Laura Loo ------------------------------ ~ Poem of The Day ~ March 5, 2018
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