i can still see it
in my mind’s eye:
the rippling hues of gold
and rich red, earthly tones
of brown, the russet of
maple leaves, the neat
lines of shadows, crossing
across the back, like
stripes, the way the neck
is colored like sand, the
way the scroll curves
i know the way
the pegs are dark, they
stay positioned in their
stagnant place, with
swathes of hazel, how the
strings of silver stretched
taut over the valley of black
pulled over a resilient
bridge, the color of limestone
and weathered dust, i know
the different colors
like fishing lures, the tail piece
and how my beautiful instrument
dug into the soil, cupped
in the cusp of that delicate balance
as sound reverberates
like a thousand flowers, unfurling
the white hairs bound in
a ribbon, they leave my hands
sticky with rosin, the color
of moonstone is waxy, with those
lines of green, i call the tidal waves
the ebb and flow, the sweet
songs that erupt from this
you cannot imagine how sweet
my Autumn sang, in the darkened room,
all those times ago, before
the season shifted, as it always does,
and i nestled her back into
her platinum mold, and i
click seven out of the nine
locks shut, and push her coffin
into the dusty closet, where
no light shines, and i
apologize, but it is only this way
that you can remain unchanged,
frozen in time, like a butterfly
trapped in a bead of amber.
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Author:
sophin (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: written about my old friend, my cello; how odd it is to consider it thus, but i could never forget the rough unvarnished wood that taught me love.
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Comments4
Dazzling piece of work!🌟🌟🌟 Take a bow and shine bright 🌹🌞😎
thank you!
'and i
click seven out of the nine
locks shut, and push her coffin
into the dusty closet, where
no light shines, and i
apologize, but it is only this way
that you can remain unchanged,
frozen in time,'
(there's more poignant imagery
in this single poem
than any ten I can pen)
so well written
what a multi talented, Artist
you must be
I hope you find the recognition
you desire
and the rewards your hard work, deserves
dear Poet..
thank you, for choosing to share
like 'fallenangel' said best
aim high and 'Shine Bright'
thank you so much for your kind comment, mek. it truly made my day. be well.
Well written. Love all the different colors displayed in this work.
Hi again Sophin. After reading your Rebirth of a Season I took a bit of time to scroll through your other poems. I love this poem, its imagery, the cadence pulled me in from the 1st line. Then when I reached you comment I went back and read it again. If you played that cello half as well as you write its a shame you've locked it away in the closet
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