Violin POTW
The glamorous, tuxedo look
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awaken and pull against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful warm tears
swell and slowly flow.
Priceless, merry thoughts of my children
growing up long ago, playing ball
in the summers or on a wooden
sled in the snow.
The absence of my husband I dearly miss.
Coming home exhausted from work,
I'd wrap my arms around him,
then lean back and smile
at the love we had for each other.
The sad sounds the violinist awoke
from the violin as they played;
memories never to be forgotten.
8/8/2024
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