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The Peculiar
Maggot Moon
The City and the City
The Road
A Certain Slant of Light
The Muses Among Us: Eloquent Listening and Other Pleasures of the Writer's Craft
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
Brown Girl in the Ring
Well Wished
The Innkeeper's Song
Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art
American Indian Myths and Legends
The Left Hand of Darkness
The Return of the King
The Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers

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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Dreaming of My Father's Violin

Dreaming of the smell of my fathers violin
rosin and dust
sharp tang of a spare string
silent, I run my fingers 
across the blue velvet
On his desk
the waxy slice of agate that lay
long after his coffee mug was gone
strips of gold and umber
a tiny crystalled gap
between the layers

dawn creeps slow along 
strips of grey and cream
backing the fading twinkle of horizon lights
the house still asleep
on my computer
I play a boys choir 
singing christmas carols
even though it is March
while, out my dark window, 
a bus trundles lonely down the street


  1. So many senses are engaged in this lovely poem. I like the contrast of memories of the violin and what is happening today.

  2. So sweet Katie. I love "strips of grey and cream/backing the fading/ twinkle of horizon lights", even especially that phrase 'horizon lights'. You've captured a lovely moment just perfectly. Have a great day. Hope I can find you tomorrow!

  3. I love that you are listening to Christmas now...what a great idea!

  4. I am a sucker for poems about music and memories. Nicely done.
    I loved these lines:
    "strips of gold and umber
    a tiny crystalled gap
    between the layers"