Strings and Bow

by Safiyyah Patel

violin poised on the shoulder

chin resting gently

the delicate ribbon on the bow

barely touching the strings

stirring a tiny whisper

taking strength, rising

building up, pouring out

strong dainty tunes

overflowing, filling gaps...

seducing all senses,

spilling and spreading

condensed pain,

seeping through to the surface

in a trance of its own,

lost in the connection

of the bow, the ribbon, the strings...

trembling...tugging...

at the aching heart...the agonising soul...

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Comments on this Poem

The Violin's bow and strings, and music have been used as a great metaphors here to depict pain. Superb poem

Padmaja Iyengar
02-Dec-2014 04:12 AM

Captivating and emotive.

Seshu Chamarty
01-Dec-2014 06:57 AM