Oh, those hours I spent
taming the wild strings
of the violin
the horsehair I caressed
and coaxed
to produce the sweetest melody
that haunted my dreams
yes, those times
when my soul floated
with the tearful notes
of my fiddling
music absorbing
my being
rising to the heavens
as of angels
praising
music
voice of a father
comforting
Those days
with my violin
and dreams
I remember so well
Come again.
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dVERSE POets’ Poetics wants us to ‘try to remember’ when we write our post for this weekend’s prompt. There are so many things that one of a certain age (and even not of a certain age) can remember. 🙂 However, yesterday, I took some photographs of my old violin. Tonight, while still replying to some blog comments about my violin playing (or, more accurately, lack thereof), I knew what memory I would write about. The above photo is part of the batch that I took yesterday. The colored version was posted in a previous post.
Thank you for coming by. 🙂 Have a great week,
MY WALL 
you’re playing the violin – so very cool…i find it is an awesome instrument – just this weekend we were at a wedding and there was a string quartet – three violins and a cello player – really i could’ve listened to them for hours.. ah – one can get lost in music…
Ah… I wish I do now, Claudia. But in my alternate universe, I am and as such, play the most exquisite music there is. 🙂
A glowing poem to accompany a lovely B&W violin version. It’s there like a shadow in your memory, lovely always. 🙂
Thanks, Brenda. 🙂 You are right, those times and the dream to play will always languish somewhere at the back of my head especially since it seems the dream is so unattainable. 🙂
I’m learning piano. And I never had any lessons at all. If you want to, you will. 🙂
I wish you well. It is exciting and very rewarding learn music. I brought a Piano for Dummy Book once and it is languishing in the shelf. Oh, by the way, I found that there are Youtube tutorials although I suppose you may know about those already. 🙂
Shh, don’t tell my teacher, but I have not been practicing! Eek, my first lesson for 6 weeks today. Oh my.
A wonderful tribute to the playing of an instrument – I can so relate to that dream of how an instrument should sound… In my case it was piano 🙂 sweet
smiles…very cool…the instruments of our art def make for special days…i can remember witting with the guitar and writing songs with my cousin for hours and hours….
I sense love in this poem. Love to tune of violin:)
True, Joy. I love the sound of the violin but my love is unrequited. 🙂
So beautiful. I can feel your love for the violin.
Thanks, Kathryn. 🙂 True, I love it. Unfortunately, talent did not accompany the love I have. 🙂
love the poem… an ‘ode’ of sorts to the instruments that so often get ‘left behind’ as we leave our youth. I think I’ve lost count of the instruments in this house alone that I’ve paid for (the kids’) that have laid dormant for years.. 😦 But! There’s a violin at the back of the hallway, that one of these days when life slows down a tiny, I’m gonna pick up and learn since noone else is! (& I didn’t pay for this one! ha!)
Regine, I love your words. I am most encouraged by your last sentence. We should learn together! 🙂
One of these days you will pick up where you left off I hope….I could feel the longing here..
Kkkkaty, I hope that happens. Thanks for the kind words. 🙂
I can relate because I loved my piano, and can no longer can use my arms but, I’ve read~ 18 Whatever principle of intelligence we attain unto in this life, it will rise with us in the resurrection. We will regain this blessing too!
How lovely, Debbie. 🙂 In God’s economy, nothing is ever wasted. Your words are inspiring.
You have such gifts Imelda.. photography, poetry and other writing and the violin as well…..Diane
You are so kind, Diane. The truth, however, is my love for music is greater than whatever talent – if there be any – I have. Only my mother will admire my violin playing and after some moment, I think she will beg me to stop because I am denying her her peace and quiet. 🙂
Such a lovely poem – I can hear the wheedling (in a good way) music in the words–the ins and outs – very nice. Thanks much for participating. k.
Beautiful poem Imelda!
Lovely bit of nostalgia, Imelda. Bravo!
A lovely wistful poem, Imelda. That photo says a thousand words too. Music is so essential to my life, and it sounds as though you feel the same.
a perfect tribute
to your violin days:
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“Those days
with my violin
and dreams
I remember so well
Come again.”
What can’t you do Imelda??? 🙂
Thank you for the beautiful, beautiful shot and a heartfelt poem. Here’s wishing you get to spend more days with your violin again!