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Dark Poetry #3

The sounds of nothing

WhileIWasGone
Member

since 2002-07-18

Posts 486

0 posted 2002-08-07 05:21 PM

When I hear the sound
of the Violin
I cannot help
but think of him
he said he could play
or was it that it played him
his heart was strung
like his old Violin

My mind begins to wander
back to a yesterday
that never really was
a tomorrow that was
never in the plan
for we were both stuck
in today
inevitable silence

Each time I close my eyes
I can see him
I can feel him
I can smell the Raw Vanilla

as it dances in the air
sweet signs of a dream
that still play games
upon lonely wall

A dreamer he was
a poet he is
I stand in the shadows
wishing I had words
that would make him still
but settling for the song
his old Violin leaves
in the wind of his passing

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

1 posted 2002-08-07 06:15 PM

Gorgeous and elegiac! Your words astound me, DDA.

"Oh you've got green eyes. Oh you've got blue eyes. Oh you've got grey eyes." -New Order

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

2 posted 2002-08-07 08:53 PM

You can hear the resonance, if you listen close.
Your poetry is beautiful.

squirrel, I have officially, stopped being astounded by this woman. She outdoes herself with every write.

~wranx

The shortest distance between two points...
is sometimes, intolerable.

Bukowski

WhileIWasGone
Member

since 2002-07-18

Posts 486

3 posted 2002-08-07 10:09 PM

Thanks guys....you two are so sweet!

DeaDiAmore

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

4 posted 2002-08-08 04:23 AM

don't mind me, I just popped in to pout!

but I can't even be properly jealous--sigh...I'm falling in love with ya too.

"he said he could play
or was it that it played him"

Oh yes...it's like being voyeur

and?

"sweet signs of a dream
that still play games
upon lonely wall"

--again the distance is implied, but there is intimacy here, almost breathless. (and? sigh, it's that distance that breaks me, t'nite. yes, I miss someone's music too.)

damnyergood.

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