Daring desire blooms in desert cactus
Sun-gilded mirage allures
Elusive betrayal oasis recedes
Dream dunes collapse.
The actor Bedouin strides on stage
Stringed free will deludes
Puppet’s poignant passion
Dances to the destiny designed rhythm.
Categories:
stringed, destiny, freedom,
Form: Free verse
They are many voices all around
some can be loud and others clear
distinctive with clarity and truth
one stands in awe feels so dear
The violin is an instrument supreme
it has a craft that delights one's ear
one loves to hear it's a special sound
for it delivers you to another sphere
One can't speak of this musician
for that is what it is a violin
this instrument speaks by its voice
it's sound speaks aloud truly within
Many have been gifted to play on this
before large audiences all the world over
truly skilled their performances show
a masterclass indeed one wants to kiss
My favourites in this are too many to name
but Hilary Hahn and Anne Sophie Mutter are class
being a Scot I must mention Nicols Benedetti
what wonderful music one's ears love to amass
(I have written this poem about the violin, the musical instrument, as it's one of my favourite classical instruments.)
Categories:
stringed, music, sound, voice,
Form: Rhyme
A STRINGED INSTRUMENT PLAYER IN HEAVEN
He praised God with stringed instruments and smiled at everyone,
He shared jokes with me often—now a new life he’s begun.
If harps are up in heaven, then he’ll play one there I know,
And with his wife together they’ll bask in heaven’s glow.
It came so sudden to him, and to his family nigh,
So we pray that God’s great comfort will help them when they cry.
Perhaps God will allow them to hear from heaven’s shore
Their loved one play God’s praises and sing with him once more.
I cannot give much comfort in this short poem, I know,
But I know the Holy Spirit can go where I can’t go.
I pray as you remember this man for many things,
The one thing you will treasure is his praise on many strings.
The strings on earth are silent from Cleatis’ talented hands,
But he plays them up in heaven among the angel bands.
And he would like to meet you some day up there above:
Just trust the blessed Savior he played for and he loved.
--Dedicated to the McCoy family in memory of Cleatis McCoy.
Categories:
stringed, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
Cold rain pelted me as I climbed the stairs
Home, but my key would not open the lock
Anger stabbed me; a knife thrust, unawares
Thunder roared at my plight, as if to mock
Night fell as I sheltered against the wall
My clothing soaked, but little did I care
I felt like a puppet; a limp stringed doll
Drowning in anguish, I said a prayer
Marooned in the stairwell, without a phone
Entry to my home had been forbidden
Never had I felt so lost and alone
Feeling quite helpless, tears came unbidden
To despair and alarm I grew enslaved
Opening the locked door was all I craved
September 21st, 2017
"Stuck" for Sara
Categories:
stringed, cry, loneliness, sorrow,
Form: Sonnet
Always a string threaded
through my memory
can't go a day without
thoughts of you tugging me.
My fringes have to be bad
picking and pulling
healing prolonged
Can't seem to undress you
It's obvious I don't want to
I enjoy wearing thoughts of you
Clothed in your naked truth
Wearing you like an alcoholic
does eighty proof whiskey
I have a problem, I'll admit
when it comes to you
sobriety happens daily
addicted to thoughts of you,
from your heightened truth
down to your hair follicles.
One hundred proof
I'll be in therapy soon.
Categories:
stringed, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Symphony for stringed Instrument
Grey mist creates a smaller world the eye strains
To see beyond the possible, where only the inner
Vision can see the unseen for which it can´t blink
Close an eye, or turn away from disgusting truths.
Dull miasma dreamy as passing melancholy, turns
Angel white burnoose at dawn, with a hint of rusty
Harp strings, a whiff of green straws, full of tears
That will be handed out to children under five.
Aurora, the Roman Goddess of daybreak, when
Natural light puts night in a sack and throws it down
A well where nights of horror dwell but refuse to
Be still forever trying to escape its own darkness,
Longing to be back in some ones head, pining to
Be formidable and strong, but the day will not let it.
Categories:
stringed,
Form: Sonnet
Never will I forget that sight-
the strings glistening in the light;
mahogany shining at the base.
I know pure joy beamed on my face.
Beautiful guitar,new-found friend;
to a lonely girl you're a god-send.
Oh, the magic I 'll make with you!
We'll be quite famous before we're through!
I picked it up and gave it a strum-
with emotion I was overcome.
A thousand songs played in my ear
as I held the instrument very near.
This would be my saving grace-
learning to play would give me a place
to paint my feelings into song.
And I would practice all day long.
Now I've had my Martin for forty years.
It helped me overcome my fears;
showed me how to sing of my heart.
It's been a miracle from the start!
Categories:
stringed, beautiful, joy, music,
Form: Rhyme
The land calls my name, deep inside the bowels
Working the strips of fabric that installs
Patience builds up where wind blows beyond time
Lips tell stories but won’t work in the rhyme
Severed is the black hair off her white skin
Opened her heart, the day’s cool air within
Leaves tumble and shake away from the trees
Clouds play their music with delicate ease
Liquefy my eyes, gone through broken glass
Sifting through the polished sand I won’t pass
First score comes in, playing my eyes digress
Lowered below feelings of some sundress
By love I sit with a stringed mandolin
And life strokes a chord of dandelion
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form - New Poems
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11/12/2013
Categories:
stringed, angst, inspiration, life, peace,
Form: Sonnet