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A Cellos Weeping Chorus
The awakening of my soul
Was the harmonics in a tear
A sweet caress of sympathy
Across the strings of my redemption
And as for my silhouette of fear
I watched her snared in symphony
For her hatred was much to dull
Mesmerized with crippled beauty
A desperate weeping b-flat
Stuck a chorus within my heart
It lavished tortured memories
Of a once serene enlightenment
Alas it died amidst these ashes
And now it's mourned for all to see
Withered, it sings of nightly lashes
So torn's my wooden ebony
The fragile vibrato of my pulse
Reawakens a bows resentment
She glides across silver tragedy
And finds the muse of operas
So lovely's her solo orchestra
Bleeding all forsaken passion
Creates poetic utopia
And hums of my expression
Was the harmonics in a tear
A sweet caress of sympathy
Across the strings of my redemption
And as for my silhouette of fear
I watched her snared in symphony
For her hatred was much to dull
Mesmerized with crippled beauty
A desperate weeping b-flat
Stuck a chorus within my heart
It lavished tortured memories
Of a once serene enlightenment
Alas it died amidst these ashes
And now it's mourned for all to see
Withered, it sings of nightly lashes
So torn's my wooden ebony
The fragile vibrato of my pulse
Reawakens a bows resentment
She glides across silver tragedy
And finds the muse of operas
So lovely's her solo orchestra
Bleeding all forsaken passion
Creates poetic utopia
And hums of my expression
Published 30th Sep 2012
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30th Sep 2012 00:53am
A Cellos Weeping Sorrows
The awakening of my soul
Was the harmonics in a tear
A sweet caress of sympathy
Across the strings of my redemption
And as for my silhouette of fear...
Now you can't write a poem like
this and get away with it, you must take
all the applause that comes with grace
and beauty - in sum your poem is flipping
fantastic and a frigging fav. - you're a
damn fine writer in my humble opinion
So I read again this bit
"And now it's mourned for all to see
Withered, it sings of nightly lashes
So torn's my wooden ebony"
Really you can make eyes water!
Kind regards
Ricecake
The awakening of my soul
Was the harmonics in a tear
A sweet caress of sympathy
Across the strings of my redemption
And as for my silhouette of fear...
Now you can't write a poem like
this and get away with it, you must take
all the applause that comes with grace
and beauty - in sum your poem is flipping
fantastic and a frigging fav. - you're a
damn fine writer in my humble opinion
So I read again this bit
"And now it's mourned for all to see
Withered, it sings of nightly lashes
So torn's my wooden ebony"
Really you can make eyes water!
Kind regards
Ricecake
30th Sep 2012 1:26am
Wow thank you so much for such a kind and gracious comment. The cello is by far my favorite instrument, it's soothing melodies calms my tortured soul. It's truly one of my favorite forms if art. I'm delighted you found such emotion in this and agree,
"And now it's mourned for all to see
Withered, it sings of nightly lashes
So torns's my wooden ebony"
Is one of my favorite lines in this piece.
You're a fine witter as well hun.
"And now it's mourned for all to see
Withered, it sings of nightly lashes
So torns's my wooden ebony"
Is one of my favorite lines in this piece.
You're a fine witter as well hun.
30th Sep 2012 2:15am
30th Sep 2012 2:37am
30th Sep 2012 1:25pm
I too love the emotion a cello entices with it's smooth cries. You FEEL the strings being caressed. Your finest piece of writing to date!
1st Oct 2012 11:51pm
It seems we share many a passions don't we Ken? And yes, you feel every note hit when you play. I think that's why i love it so much, the vibrations felt in your very bones.. anyways thank you. i'm ecstatic you like it.
2nd Oct 2012 6:31am
2nd Oct 2012 11:29pm
