Thursday, 10 January 2008

On Becoming Vieuxtemp's Lover by Cynthia Marie

Vieuxtemp's violin bleeds
songs filled with melancholy notes
that mourn and chafe the heart.

Gentle as a girl he reposes
in his nude room a breath away
from the sound of falling rain in Brussels.

He allows Martine inside. And she takes
him beneath the moaning drapes,
his face shrouded.



Cynthia Marie, New York, USA

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Cynthia Marie: Lives in New York City. A graduate of St. John's University and is a Teacher in
her childhood community. Her work has appeared on line: Aught, Muse Apprentice Guild, 42 Opus,
and many other zines, also: Creations Magazine, Art and Times and The New York Times has
printed her haiku. Her current project is a poetry journal comprised of women poets.

gingatao said...

I went to your blog, Cynthia Marie and read lots of your poems and tried to leave this comment, but there was a blogger id problem, so I thought I would leave here instead...
Beautiful, original, carefully crafted poems with great attention to detail. A real subtlety and range of emotion and tone, vibrantly intelligent and sensual, connected to the historical tradition.Fantastic work.

Cynthia said...

thank you so very much gingatao,
I just discovered your comment
here in bolts of silk - you've
really made my sunday!!!
Hoping you will try to leave a
comment again, I'll have to check
with blogspot to find out what the
problem is.
THANK YOU, I'm really trying to
accomplish all of the qualities
you've mentioned [on my blog]

Cynthia