Sophistication, Self- Preservation and Sonatas

Sophistication, Self- Preservation and Sonatas

A Poem by TamiViolet
"

another tis what tis, friends...

"


She sits at a classic roll top desk comprised of the most exquisite oak,
pen in hand as a journal entry is written...

     'I will remain and live in the conscious present from this day
      forward.'

Breathe in; breathe out; breathe in; breath out...slow...abysmal......
until atelectasis is but a familiar stranger, a casualty in the self vs
self War of Her World...too long....too unyielding, especially when two
poles finally submit in attempt to make peace with each other...

She's so cold...shivering even on smoldering summer nights...  Will her
eyes confront the glimmer in his eyes of blue?  brown?  grey?  Have
they met?  Will suspicion show her hideous face should he kiss her?

If she wrote a synopsis of life and its biting irony...her irony, the
exception to every rule is preceded by her ambivalence, and her sins
are swallowed as the spell is broken....their gateway to immortality...
her ascension...

She sings, dances, appears joyous although keeps forever that Lucifer
lurks in the most brilliant light, and they fail to see what becomes
of a corpse once Death exposes her lust...   She is endowed with an
ample bosom to feed mankind with the futility of promise...but...

it's Time...

     'I will be mindful...sensible....smile daily...I will concede...'

Yet she ne'er stops dreaming, for through the darkness and each
subtle snowfall, one shall hear the violin of the widow..............




© 2011 TamiViolet


Author's Note

TamiViolet
Another one a bit different although I had fun writing it, my friends...

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Yet she ne'er stops dreaming, for through the darkness and each
subtle snowfall, one shall hear the violin of the widow..............

The peace of the night is interrupted by the sweet sounds of the violin and I imagine this scene on a cold night...lovely, haunting imagery here in this piece. I am glad I found it on my reading list.

xxoxx

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

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TamiViolet

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your sweetness, Stephanie :-) xox.



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Beautifully written poem.
Pal

Posted 3 Years Ago


wow, you have a unique voice I liked this! will have to read some more of you I liked your name I am very fond of violet so i looked at your poem I'm glad that i did :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Unable to access my work, dear ones.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Yet she ne'er stops dreaming, for through the darkness and each
subtle snowfall, one shall hear the violin of the widow..............

The peace of the night is interrupted by the sweet sounds of the violin and I imagine this scene on a cold night...lovely, haunting imagery here in this piece. I am glad I found it on my reading list.

xxoxx

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This comment has been deleted by the poster.
TamiViolet

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your sweetness, Stephanie :-) xox.
Wow, this is very nice ... great poem:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Love the style of your writing. written with a fluent pen, that is a poem, but reads like a story with such a stunning tale! This poem blew me away with your wording and vobcabulary. Such a beautiful profound write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW!! Gripping from start to finish, and I know because I went from start to finish three times in immediate succession
Great stuff

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very strange but good

Posted 12 Years Ago



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