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Thursday, July 15, 2010

SPOOFERINO VIOLINO






SEVENTY-TWO YEARS TOGETHER


NOTE:  A POST ON  JULY 10, 2010 INSPIRED ME TO 
"COPY-CAT" AND I WISH TO THANK YOU THANK YOU (echo?)
CLAUDIA FOR ALLOWING ME SOME LICENSE IN USING 
YOUR IDEAS AND A FEW OF YOUR OWN WORDS. 

I HAVE IMMENSE RESPECT FOR YOUR 
TALENT AND YOUR BLOGGING.
VIELE UMARMUNGEN!


Your were age nine, I tender five
So young we, but very much alive
My mother gave you to me
And me to you. You see
It was not a marriage made in heaven
Me only five, and you...eleven

I touched you... I lovingly smelled.
(Relationship in doubt for several years)
You vibrated, and "OH!" you yelled
'Til screaming hurt Peeps' ears
Eleven was heaven
Five--still alive

They said it could never, ever be done
My hands could not fit your body
I touched your smoothest neck--and you were won
Over. I drank of your muse like a toddy
Unseemly to most--this marriage in heaven
When one was five, the other eleven

As I rubbed my hair over your rounded top
You had never, ever said "Stop!"
Ribs on  your sides, they loved my touch
"Maybe", said the Peeps, "Way too MUCH!"
Heaven and earth had waited
Eleven and five finally mated

My fingers slide over your body, pluck your strings
Slip around your neck, to do just those things
Which drive you to rhythmic shaking
Vibrating.

My lips brush slowly over sanded slopes
Kiss cherry-stained covering of God's wondrous art
The rest of me standing there...still...feet apart.
Whilst all of nature with me hopes

So good to spend time with you
We've spent lots of time together...
Hours of holding you, now not so new
Bliss'ly tied with our hearted tether

I fell in love with your smooth sound
You stole my soul from first moment.
I held you then, under my arms
As if to shield you from harms

Since, I tried countless others
But none ever to compare
With you, here, next to me
While those others just stare

You react quickly to what I suggest to do
I love to express all my emotions through
You, always true to your word
Forever gone wherever I lured
You are a mirror of my soul
You are earth, I am the mole.

When we perform, we love
And the Peeps below and above
Share with us All the Joy
Chords, Sounds,
Notes, Melodies.

Now at the end
It is now
We bow:

You, then
Only eleven
I merely five
Many, many winters ago
On a farm far, far away
Amid flying snow

I love you
My violin....

--fiddlemn aka steveroni

Inspired by, and a few of her 
own words used from 
Blogger-Friend CLAUDIA  

20 comments:

Claudia said...

This is just heart-touching!!! I L O V E it!!

So - it's true - musicians DO have a love affair with their instrument!!
I enjoyed every word - and I read and re-read and just pay tribute to a sensual, fervent, amazing love affair and to your talent - as a writer - and I'm sure - as a musician! Would love to hear you play some day!! You see - my heart is overflowing - and I'm so glad I found your blog..
Claudia

steveroni said...

Dear Claudia.

My fingers were crossed, in the thought that maybe I "crossed the line" in using your own created work

But with your comment (the FIRST--grin!) I am now OK, and I am sure we shall be "seeing" one another here or there from now on.

PEACE for us all.
--steveroni

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

A titillating love affair

drybottomgirl said...

I've said it before, but I'll say it again, I think there's no more beautiful an instrament than the violin.....I wish I could hear you play and I hope your relationship has many more years of happiness.....

JStar said...

This took my breath away!

Dulce said...

That so early-young affair has given you inspiration for LIFE!

Beautifully and sensually written, my dear peep-artist!

Abrazos dulces ;)

Syd said...

Sounds like your love and commitment have continued.

Brian Miller said...

steve...that was smoking...and it was about a musical instrument...i almost got up to go take lessons...on the spot...smiles.

claudia does rock!

steveroni said...

Brian--stopped smoking 34 years ago!

Thought it would kill me to stop--I am still--wait a minute, while I check!--YESSS! I am still alive--grin!

DULCE: Thanks, Baybeeee! Rest well. Sleep well.

SYD: Yep! Glad you are here!

JStar: Breathe DEEPLY now! --grin!

JESS: LOVE that word "titillating"...LOVE it! Try NOT to. Love it. Or DO it. (That's a lie!)

Dry Bottom girl: Yes, thank YOU-- for your sobriety...each day, One Day At A Time

willow said...

Sensual and sweet affair of the heart. I loved this!! xox

Lu Ann said...

AHHHHHHHH! I bet you know what Im gonna say!

I LOVE IT!!

I really understand that kinda sexy, strange, lovingly bond between you and your instrument.

Meant to be :)

steveroni said...

LU ANN: You love EVERYTHING! Why, I'll bet you even love (UGH!) CHOCOLATE--grin!!!!!

WILLOW: Hi Magpie Girl. I just now wrote a Magpie--and guess what? It numbers exactly 55 words. so I'm in a quandary. However it DOES fit your photo criteria, sooooo, I'll skip the 55 this week. I want to post the "23" NOW, but it is too early I believe....SO glad to see you visiting steveroni...

Crown of Beauty said...

So true, a musician and his instrument have a special relationship...and this poem is just so beautiful.

Have you seen Karate Kid? There is a part there that just blows my mind away, the part where a young girl plays so beautifully on her violin... so beautiful indeed, and now as I think of that, I am sure you can play even better. You must be what they call a virtuoso...

Someday I may still have the privilege.

Blessings on you today Steveroni. I guess that isn't your real name, but I like it nonetheless.

Lidia

steveroni said...

CROWN OF BEAUTY: Yes, I saw Karate Kid, and was enthralled also with that music. Virtuoso? Me? No! Just a player in a symphony orchestra, or entertainer in a bar. Even played on street corners for "bread".

And then the Opera, Oh! How I loved to accompany the vocalists. Have lived a FULL life, Lidia.

Name is Steve, and I like macaroni!

Thanks for being here. Suddenly the Philippines seem so close!!!

Smitty said...

Steve, What a pleasant surprise, this post, and the poem with its tantalizing approach in revealing the love of your life. I too played the violin... but a different story. I'll save that for another day.

Thanks for your thoughts on "it was a good vacation, but..." Yes, I sense new possibilities for future trips to the land of my family of origin. New choices. What peace that brings me, just for today.

steveroni said...

The title of YOUR blog "Courage to Change"--topic of 10 AM Friday meeting. And that is the only thing I fear about Step nine, that CHANGE required, another "Turning Point" in my life. Oh! Will it EVER end?

Ans: NO

Alice Audrey said...

I don't know why I was thinking trumpet, especially since I, too, play violin.

Sharmon Davidson said...

Hey, Steve- I love the poem, though it's a bit racy- haha! Haven't seen you around lately; it's good to know you're doing well.

Jingle said...

smart one!

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