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.

[The Viking]

First off, congrats for doing something a poem hasn't done to me in awhile: sending me running for a dictionary. Now I'm an expert on the word, "atelectasis". This work seems like a dark devotional. I can't tell if the woman's lover died or left her, but to her it looks to be about the same. The very first stanza illustrates that turmoil of I against I and her attempting to come to some sort of inner peace. The second stanza shows quite the opposite; that she's still deep in sorrow. The varied colors of eyes she's afraid to confront I believe symbolize different men she longs for but hasn't the courage to approach. I believe the third stanza is the irreconcilable fact that she still loves the lover she lost, and that he is indeed dead. You bring it full circle with her attempting to hide behind a mask of joy, hoping to move on from the past, but knowing that some evil force lurks in every situation she finds herself in. There's no absolution and death is waiting on her. The last two lines paint the most solemnly beautiful picture of a thick, wet snowfall enshrouding a woman with a violin, like a ghost in the snow. Very well done, sweet Apollonia.

[TamiViolet]

One of the best reviews I've had, Viking. Though my profile is closed, I still come by to read various pieces. This review is amazing, my friend, hope you are well :-) xox

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

You are such a wonderful writer. Dark and light , always a fight.
'the violin of the widow' great words together- beautiful .

Chloe

[Coyote Poetry]

"She sings, dances, appears joyous although keeps forever that Lucifer
may lurk 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..."
You are amazing. So many lines stood out. I like them all. I like the places you took me with your words. The language and the story was outstanding. Thank you for this poem. A great pleasure to read this evening.
Coyote

[Magdelena]

What was that? Oh yes, my sighing.... Ahhhhh, this was divine, your imagery was sheer perfection.. Heartfelt and soulful is what came from this.

Mags xx

[Tate Morgan]

Your writing abilities are improving considerably

[Art Sun]

this is an exceptional piece of work...so much depth to the very idea of thought no...to write is to live...to live is to know the true meaning of it...we are thoughts within the Universe...and our Soul's yearn to express each and every breath that we are...through poetry...

great work...

[Bard Constantine]

Self-reflection becomes mythic, destiny waits in the wings...

[Fran Marie]

An exquisite and enchanting piece , beautufully penned with emotions well expressed~Good job on this onE!

[Jacey Lane-DeVille]

This was an enchanting piece and loved the contrasts another great write

[Bubo]

What a hauntingly beautiful write, such emotions and thoughts.