Hey everyone!! Welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner #68. Here is a poem called: Terzanelle for Violin by Shara Faskowitz The words of emotions in this poem enhances the changing moods of the poet; you will see it all in this. Savor it, and visit her page.. You will find more enjoyable works– you will. Thanks again for supporting another poetry corner.
Beethoven’s Violin Concerto proceeds
like clockwork, movements trill and roll
in artifice. Nothing’s unkempt, nothing bleeds
that doesn’t feel, that lives without a soul.
Is beauty made more beautiful by pain
like clockwork movements trill and roll?
It’s simpler not to feel when you remain–
when someone else moves on the world
is beauty made more beautiful by pain
experienced, not held too tight, not curled
within the palm of night always mourning.
When someone else moves on the world
continues, always something new aborning.
Time rolls on, a symphony bypassing death
within the palm of night always mourning.
Time rolls on, a symphony bypassing death.
Faces come and go. You barely catch your breath.
Beethoven’s Violin Concerto proceeds
in artifice. Nothing’s unkempt, nothing bleeds.
KG Bethlehem 
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