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Violin Notes Fall From Heaven No More
Her trembling twilight
dims 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 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 and 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 a lantern’s sharp beam
cutting the darkness
to find her frail fractured form
lost in the eclipsed puckered pleats
of blood-red mistress’s skirts.
Tonight,
a stricken sparrow
folds her fledgling wings
never to fly again…
will the careless skies miss her?
Copyright ©
Susan Ashley
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