Monday, February 1, 2016

Poetry 36 - The Violin

Shaven wood.
Polished wood.
Colored wood.
Acoustics
of wood.

I quit.
It's a violin,
polished to a sleek,
dark brown texture -

Darting sound,
with a charming balance
between violent and silent.

The state of sophistication,
the smooth placement,
eloquent bow.

The bow -
reeking of rampant,
gentle progression.

I wonder if it tastes as good as it sounds...

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