Stillness

Inspired by Selene's Synesthesia~CrossWiring Senses contest

 

looking ...

 

through the stillness of a pane of glass 

she wondered quietly , " can you hear it ? "

 

the violet choir in the fields

or the wind rush across your tongue

the kiss of satin blooms upon your cheek

did the sunset fingerpaint your heart 

your reflective eyes upon the emerging stars

 

stepping back , she turned

the oak floor recounting footsteps 

beneath the comfort of a braided rug 

her favorite room , a universe of words   

novels and shadows

wrapped in daydreams

she slides her fingertips

along the curled edge of the shelves

 

and  pauses   

 

her hands finding a treasure 

to place upon her palm

her delicate fingers stroking

the grain of a hand-rubbed cherrywood musicbox

turning its brass key rhythmically

and lifts the gold rimmed lid

 

and listens

 

lemon oil memories singing from a tiny stage  

watching the clockwork dance of a porcelain ballerina

her painted smile spinning above a frosted mirror

she sets it upon a small table 

and glides to the velvet of her chair

 

" can you feel it? "  she whispered to the night

the graze of each note

pearl upon your skin

of this symphony of tears

can you feel the breeze of her pirouette  

can you feel her reach

 

for freedom

 

and she closes her eyes

to let her imagination fill the room

her body in another time 

as she soars above the footlights

into a spotlight within the mind

woven into the lace of this music

this dance , her dance

 

moved by the stillness 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

synesthesia has many forms and flavors , welcome to my world

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

I've been waiting for your take on this challenge, and this was worth it.

The words and scenario you have painted with them have an other-worldly feel - like we have been invited to see existence in a whole new way. I really envy this experience, it must be mind-blowing.

Fave lines (among many)

her delicate fingers stroking
the grain of a hand-rubbed cherrywood musicbox
turning its brass key rhythmically
and lifts the gold rimmed lid

and listens

lemon oil memories singing from a tiny stage
watching the clockwork dance of a porcelain ballerina

[Nobody.]

Robin, I never know what to say when I've finished one of yours. Always so powerful! so polished. As usual, just an amazing blast of expression that hits like a warm wave.
Cheers!

[kuru]

look...pause...listen...freedom.is stillness.

a wonderful feel robin!

[Michael of Gilead]

You have built the Taj Mahal with your words, again.

[Quinn Blackburn]

gorgeous wordcrafting, lyric and poignant

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Just came back and read this again because I miss my birdie. *pressing kissles against your cheek*

[-Scribe in Style-]

a joy to read :)

[Jasmine]

your poems are very personally and wonderfully picturesque, a joy to read and be thoughtful in their quiet moment, echoed in a music box.

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Yes, there is a lot of detail to this. Enough to paint a vibrant picture in your mind

[Brad]

beautiful, man, i love your eye for detail

[Moonflower]

This was peaceful yet tainted with melancholy. Extraordinary work. My friend.