Duet for Violin and Sky

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 23 Oct 2013
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Absence is the highest

form of presence,

didn’t someone say?

 

Last night I dreamed

we two were in a field;

black and tan Bessie

 

running

on ahead...ears trailing  

the yellow goats-beards, like

twin feather dusters, dipped

in liquid gold.

 

The moon rose – a sovereign

in the blackened palm

of a greedy sky to a symphony

of zealous crickets,

 

and a moth

feathered my cheek, or

may have been the slight

stutter of your eyelids

as you knelt to bless me

with a kiss.

 

I reached for your hand

remembering how you held me...

you – the bow to my strings,

but only silence ricocheted back

from the furthest dark star.

 

Last night I dreamed

you were still here, next to me,

but when I woke, just

 

a few scattered pins

and a dint in the pillow

and I realise

 

I must let you go

even though you go on telling me,

so very beautifully, things

I don’t want to know.

 

 

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Submitted by catherine poarch on

You describe in such beautiful detail things that pass us by when we're taking them for granted. Then you zoom effotlessly up to the furthest dark star and then back to your pillow. This is a lovely read and one that made my heart go out to you.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, catherine, very much;-)

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Bitter sweet one S and up to your usual high standard. Some nice imagery, but that's your forte.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Sooz.

 

Submitted by celticman on

beautifully told and beautifully bold.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, celtic.  A lot;-)

 

Submitted by a102866 on

Stanza four is scintillating. The sovereign moon rising in "the blackened palm"...."to a symphony of zealous crickets". A beautiful, annual wake to initiate the long, dark night. Its like an eerie requiem. This stanza messmerized me. I kind of ignored the rest of the poem, and read it over and over. Please, encapsulate it in your memory!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Much obliged to you;-)  

 

Submitted by Bee on

I found this extremely moving.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks to you, Bee, for reading and sharing your much valued thoughts.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Reaching out and recognizing through dreams is such a gift.  You have captured the essence of being receptive to what you see...hear and feel.  All the senses are working in this poem Tina.  Beautiful as always.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Jenny. So pleased you thought so;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Oh dear, Bear...I hope you are fully recovered by now, and that there are no bruises;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by The royster on

I just love your descriptives Tina.  Symphony of Crickets. I guess in the right frame of mind it could be called that, You have a wonderful use of words.  Superb.  Roy

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

More than obliged to you , Roy, for yourssmiley

Tina