Violoncello

An exquisite descriptive poeming!
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Poesy plus Polemics

"Cubist Play" Painting by Susanne Clark “Cubist Play”
Painting by Susanne Clark

full throated voice
a resonant range
that emulates all
human octaves
emotively strung
metabolically tuned
timbre richly endowed
by Italian cured
maple and spruce
bred to purpose

gorgeous curves
of pure sound
breathe and echo
expansively inside
a beautiful belly
and torso exquisite
of delicate convex
enlightened and carved
by ancient-taught
masterful hands

no wonder each
bow-stroke draws deep
sympathetic vibration
within every listener
bringing its music
beyond the attention
of mind and of ears
to register inside the
heart and the soul
to quicken the very
substance of marrow

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Silence: A Woman Passing – Free Forms – January 30, 2016

The sadness that comes with aging… those last moments before death.. vivid imagery here!
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Vincent van Gogh's Old Woman of Arles, An PaintingOld Woman of Arles – Vincent van Gogh

Oil on Canvas
Arles: February, 1888

Silence: A Woman Passing

silence ..

her eyes look on her now lost dreams
vapour ghosts like missing beings
once bright tokens for the future
now just lonely hollow vessels

silence ..

the heart that beats calls out to you
do you not hear that rhythm true
once quick in happy excitement
now slowly like a funeral

silence ..

the rhythm of a distant drum
sets our pace until we’re done
once the beat was in harmony
now erratic the drum beats on

silence ..

her life is over, her soul is gone
because her days had grown too long
once youth filled her, body and soul
now she’s just a hollow echo

© G.s.k. ‘16

(5) Words: | SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |

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Constricted

Powerful poeming and amazing imagery! The ending stanza is a gut-kicker!
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No Talent For Certainty

The ties that long constricted her
Are there of her own choosing;
The method to her gladness; whether
Using or abusing

And now she sits beside a man
She doesn’t really know –
Allowing him a privilege
He hasn’t really earned –
She’s there in dazed bemusement,
Not quite sure why it is so –
But knows the ties that cut too deep
Are just like being burned

There is a type of battle that
Is deadlier than swords:
And everywhere she goes, she fights
Against
Her self-made
Cords

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