Violin
My soul floats on the musical strings
of a violin
like a lover feels a tender touch
from a passion's prison of beautiful bliss
which paint blue and gray memories
that drift through my mind
the way a cool summer breeze
caresses the tops of green meadow grass
with a soothing sound of sensitivity
which helps to create worlds of words
in the poetry, I hear from the violin
as I silently sit
and surrender to its sensual serenity
from each string touched by the bow
4/19/23
contest Writing Challenge "V" words
sponsor Constance La France
"Violin"
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2023
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