The Broken Violin

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Broken Violin 

 

Morning returns me

from deep slumber

awakening from dreaming

the same thoughts turning 

somehow I lost the way

along life's winding paths

always searching

longing for a song to call my

own sweet air

tattered tunes with no lyrics

drums with no drummer

violins with broken bows

angels dimming starlight 

muting a heavenly choir

I stir and swallow this  bitter 

taste of this pretending life ~

 

 

 

 

 

(c) Helen M. Crutchett 2008 (All rights reserved)

Author's Note

Thanks for reading my words!

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"The Broken violin"
Helen Margaret Crutchett,
Just as a violin must have just the right tension to play the violin strings;
your poem is showing what happens when our life strings do not possess this needed tension.
A balance of both the bow and strings is so important. Life is like that.
"Longing for a song to call
my own sweet air
tattered tunes with no lyrics
drums with no drummers
violins with broken bows
angels dim the starlight"
I have a violin which i enjoy now and then. I know that practice is really important.
Life is like that too. We must practice Godly and positive life experiences.
Sometimes it is hit and miss but practice makes perfect......in the process.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Helen Crutchett]

Many thanks for reading and reviewing....much appreciated. Helen x

[Sami Khalil]

One of your best. I hope broken violins can be mended or repaired to emit life's sounds of joy and hope.

[Lydia Shutter]

A poignant write....a case of "is that all there is?" I think as we grow older, there is much reflection. Truth is, life is pretty good even when it is bad. Think about it. Your words are beautifully emotive. Lydi**

[Helen Crutchett]

Many thanks Lydi* for dropping by and leaving your kind heart prints behind on this poem!
read moreMany thanks Lydi* for dropping by and leaving your kind heart prints behind on this poem!

Kind regards,

Helena

[wordman]

a broken violin,a loss for poetry ,but the music must go on

[Helen Crutchett]

wordman,

Many thanks for your thoughts on this piece.

[wordman]

you are welcome

[GridLok]

So very evocative! Your words, silken strands of a soul sore-stressed, entrap the essence of joy repressed.

[Phibby Venable]

this is wonderful and the ending is perfect.

[emmajoy]

Sometimes we hear music that's lost its timing, repeats itself, jars the ears - just like life when so little makes sense. How i wish you could find a beautiful symphony to wrap around that aching heart ..

' .. longing for a song to call my own sweet air ..' more than one meaning in those words.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem and artwork. When we are broke in life or love. Can be like a Broken Violin. Your words gave life and strength to the artwork. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

*Perfect* I loved your words, " violins with broken bows
angels dim the starlight void of a heavenly choir" Love the darkness in your poem.... great work Helena.