My arms knew music, the feel of a violin my fingers knew the places where the notes sang well My arms have forgotten the weight of a violin but know well the comforting feel of a baby in their cradle My fingers have forgotten the melodies they played but they have been quite adept atContinue reading “MEMORIES IN MY ARMS”

MY VOICE IS A BROKEN VIOLIN (for WPC: Express Yourself)

  My voice is a broken violin that is playing out of tune its discordant chords echo within the bounds of an empty room. Often I dreamed I have the power to put the notes in my command make the world weep or exalt with the music from my hands. Alas! my wish is butContinue reading “MY VOICE IS A BROKEN VIOLIN (for WPC: Express Yourself)”

ENNUI (for DVerse Poets)

Dirge flowed from her violin dark clouds pooled in her heart some mean spirit stole her metronome she only hears her body’s clock sounding the call of her passing dreams – the Love that will complete her heart a babe cradled in her arms for whom she’ll sacrifice her art. Oh how she wished toContinue reading “ENNUI (for DVerse Poets)”


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 voiceContinue reading “THE LOST VIOLIN”


Today, I used my violin….. in a non-musical way. I used it to take pictures for Weekly Photo Challenge’s Unusual.  I brought the violin to the garden and let it rest among the mint and positioned it under low-lying roses.  I hoped to take advantage of the light from the late afternoon sun.   IContinue reading “WPC: UNUSUAL POV”


I have long stopped making new year’s resolutions because I’d forget about them soon after I made them. That I do not make any resolution, however, does not mean that I have no desire to make myself or my life better. It is best not to wait a year before one takes stock of one’sContinue reading “SOME WISHFUL THINKING”


I wish a were .. a violinist. I have always loved music. In the rural area where I grew up, music was brought to us by transitor radios, and by our parents who sang lullabies and whatever songs they knew to us. I was amazed at the young men who played the guitar. They walkedContinue reading “WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE: I WISH I WERE…”