Stradivarius
Deep inside
Curling, rippling through the grain
This woody depth of tone
Singing a carver’s art
His blade so sharply honed
Brilliant, but sweet the tone
Reaching out to furthest ears
Fulfilling fond nature’s source
The forest
Those many hundred years
Its magic still a puzzle
What hidden source had guided Stradivari’s hand?
The wood, the varnish, shape
All wed together
By an oh so perfect plan
Yes, a masterpiece complete
Needing but virtuoso skill
To plumb the depth
Release the thrilling voice
Its inner will fulfill
David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals. David is a member of Poetry Soup.
Dear David,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your creative write on the Stradivarius instead of focusing on the artist who plays it, the focus was on the artist who created it. Your descriptive imagery showed us the dedication of this artist. Thank you for sharing this great piece with us.
Sandra
Dear David, Your title drew me to your poem, as violin music is my favorite instrumental music. Your poem reminds me of the one called "The Touch of the Master's Hand". Although your poem doesn't focus on the artist who plays it, I quite enjoyed your focus on the violin itself. I thought your poem a masterpiece in itself. Thank you for sharing your talent.
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Wonderful. Really nice poem, David. Put's me in a soothing mood. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Aloha David, your already know how wonderful I think this piece is because it was awarded Poem of the week last month. Your poem shares the creativity from tree, to the master who created the violin. It is magical and meaningful! Blessings for a wonderful holiday, hugs, Connie
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