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

[emmajoy]

a mystery, a sense of completion without explanation, a place in which to lay your hat and heart: ' .. the violet choir in the fields ~ or the wind rush across your tongue ..'

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

So glad you share your world, Amigo.
Such a lovely story. I remember my Grandmother's music boxes. Your story brought forth some interesting sights and sounds. I could picture my Grandma as the Woman in your story, Elders looking back to a time when they were able to do almost anything.
I love the italic breaks. Amazing poetry.

[Not Available]

Each line that my eyes walked on was just so magnificent, like watching a pebble skip across the lake, creating little ripples of wonder. An excellent read :)

[Lilly Negoi]

:) shining. this is beautiful Robin. i always admire your lines, but this poem is just superb...what an incredible journey you just put me through...

[Ed Hart]

not many poets can clear the gravity of home plate, and make the universe their home

[Celeste21]

"Did the sunset fingerpaint your heart?"
Those are some of the most beautiful words I've ever had the pleasure to read...

[Emily B]

oh, yes . . .

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I can tell you put much effort into this. such a soft taste, birdie. a color that tingles so subtly you wonder if it ever really touched your eye. but I love playing with your world in my hair. it relaxes me like no other.

[Tina Kline]

This is wonderful, very lyrical. Movement in stillness and imagination.