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The Violin


The bow of my thoughts,
Glides hard
on the strings
Within the chest.
Triggers a convulsion
Fatal fibrillations ensue.
‘In arrest’ go
The pulsations of peace.
The notes scatter
helter skelter
Vexing with cramps
Of violent agony.
Music, is it?
Or cacophony perhaps?
Even I can’t decipher
From the violin
Of my heart.

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Comments on: "The Violin" (1)

  1. I love strings and to write of strings, they embody so much, simple strings, have you ever seen The Red Violin? ahhh beautiful writing Ilmana.

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