Sophistication, Self- Preservation and Sonatas

another tis what tis, friends...

She sits at a classic roll top desk comprised of the most exquisite oak,
pen in hand as a journal entry is written...

     'I will remain and live in the conscious present from this day
      forward.'

Breathe in; breathe out; breathe in; breath out...slow...abysmal......
until atelectasis is but a familiar stranger, a casualty in the self vs
self War of Her World...too long....too unyielding, especially when two
poles finally submit in attempt to make peace with each other...

She's so cold...shivering even on smoldering summer nights...  Will her
eyes confront the glimmer in his eyes of blue?  brown?  grey?  Have
they met?  Will suspicion show her hideous face should he kiss her?

If she wrote a synopsis of life and its biting irony...her irony, the
exception to every rule is preceded by her ambivalence, and her sins
are swallowed as the spell is broken....their gateway to immortality...
her ascension...

She sings, dances, appears joyous although keeps forever that Lucifer
lurks in the most brilliant light, and they fail to see what becomes
of a corpse once Death exposes her lust...   She is endowed with an
ample bosom to feed mankind with the futility of promise...but...

it's Time...

     'I will be mindful...sensible....smile daily...I will concede...'

Yet she ne'er stops dreaming, for through the darkness and each
subtle snowfall, one shall hear the violin of the widow..............

Author's Note

Another one a bit different although I had fun writing it, my friends...

Reviews

[Erotic Goddess]

Yet she ne'er stops dreaming, for through the darkness and each
subtle snowfall, one shall hear the violin of the widow..............

The peace of the night is interrupted by the sweet sounds of the violin and I imagine this scene on a cold night...lovely, haunting imagery here in this piece. I am glad I found it on my reading list.

xxoxx

[TamiViolet]

Thank you for your sweetness, Stephanie :-) xox.

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your prose is delivered with poignant flair, a flair for the spoken word..this is haunting..beautifully crafted

[These Haunted Hallways]

Woh, you definitely got me on this hehe. That's the most haunting i've read so far. Damn, you're good hehe. Flowed amazingly. Love the pics, too!!! :D

M.

[LA Lorena]

A great read! Beautiful imagery and wording, with a mystical qualility throughout. Highly enjoyable!

[Ladysue]

I love the contrasting images/emotions in this piece...this lines are highly effective within your message...very good

a casualty in the self vs
self War of Her World...too long....too unyielding, especially when two
poles finally submit in attempt to make peace with each other...

this is extraordinary...beautifully done...

[Emily B]

your words are so beautiful

[Emily B]

came back to visit - you are my true hero

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A brilliantly pieced together symphonic of thought and creed, a most excellent prose, well done, great read.

[Jibey]

A bit different - yes... and I found it impenetrable... though I picked up the tension between the sins of the flesh and other kinds of longing... and the nice sensual photo maybe spoke of those devilish longings that flow through our consciousness...

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Gorgeous!