12 PM: Free verse
12 PM: Free verse
by Z.L. Zhou
Plaintive
that is how i would describe the violin.
He is a sad character, hounded
by ice age after snow age
old man after new man
often borrowed
sometimes blue.
To hear a violin’s chords
is to become a king for a glance
or a leper.
Viola! You solemner than most
you know all of heartbreak
the pain of leaving.
But your little sister knows too.
A berceuse
a humoresque
Träumerei;
they are all
longing.
A rising in a bed far from home
light so bright you think it’s frost
what you remember as you see the harvest moon.
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Posted by Editors
on May 7 2012. Filed under Poetry and Short Stories, Top.
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