rosin, wood-superstar

October 11, 2006 at 3:47 AM

I don't know how to transfer the formatting from my Word document...except the words themselves. So. This is my little coughing of words today.

ROSIN, WOOD-SUPERSTAR
betray an angel beneath.
Her vibrating ivory eye,
trapped under fingers preciously placed
for agility, control, and beauty…

Her ringing, fat song-note
leaving circles in the air...
Scroll rocking back,
bearing fistfuls of Sonata,
She explodes loudly in fits,
in cravings,
supernova.

Dust settles, night chills the bones
of music tucked inside her burgundy
felt-ed tomb.

In morning, light-shaft dizziness
glints off strings pressing
crevices to arc-
in melodies.
She fights the silence day after day-
Until one strain joins the
Music of the Spheres in
Celestial harmony.

Her dancing light spiccato,
haunting flautando
gather to the most brilliant pulsar-
deep purples and violet.
Against the black of sunlight,
of house lights down.

From Jim W. Miller
Posted on October 11, 2006 at 11:03 PM

rosin wood superstar
do you think you are what they say you are...

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 12, 2006 at 5:07 AM

Greetings,
beautiful poem. I don`t know why I am having a silly day but I really did wnat to change the last line to `the house burns down.`Short of a few prunes I guess.
Cheers,
Buri

From jennifer steinfeldt warren
Posted on October 12, 2006 at 9:27 PM

The house burns down is great, Buri!
Ring around the rosie-ish.
Thank you for your comments.
Sincerely,
Jennifer Warren

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