W ith the heft and smooth sheen
of the beautiful sculpted body
caressed lovingly
between her nubile legs
her excitement stirs
her anticipation grows
eager and confident
she lays tingling hands upon it
engaging the sure strength
of her lithe knowing essence
and the firm deft touch
of her pristine fingers
the brilliant young cellist
ignites the dance
strong slender legs
carry firm yearning bodies
perfumed and cologne’d
around and across
the crowded dance floor
pulses alive
budding passion
craving — yet hesitant
swept up in innocent bliss
the waltz of youth
rising and falling
to the rich give and take
of the cellist’s bow
she lifts the energy
coaxing the passion
of the beautiful dance
with her nimble sway
and precision movements
delicately she envisions
the flowing notes
lovely face
in rhythmic expression
eyes sometimes closed
she dreams the music
wholly consumed
by the seductive strains
the enlivened dancers
sweep round and round
bodies a’glisten
in smoldered embrace
bathed in the chandelier’s
golden glow
further fired by stolen kisses
and breathy whispers
of promised love
and naive forevers
dawning lives
in the tender grasp
of blooming desire
and the velvet touch
of mad magical
magnificent music
*
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: Sunday Muse
Rob, you captured the strength and charm and depth and passion of the cellist in poetry ~~ perfection.
Thank you so much Helen. Ever since my health has begun accelerating in decline, my Muse seems to be showing me a bit more kindness… 🙂
I can relate …..
🙂 I can remember Helen. Mine were guitar, keyboards, bass, drums, and horns — and a different music and dance… but the resulting memories are the same, and I have them from positions both on and off the stage.
In the Autumn of our lives, we look back more frequently to the Springtime of our youth. Beautiful poem, Rob.
Thank you very much, and yes, we certainly do Bev. We, who enjoyed health and vigor in our early lives, have now, in this late phase of our life, finally come to realize, and more fully appreciate, what a gift, privilege, and miracle our youth was. You I’m certain have heard it said, that youth is wasted on the young. Never understood then, but absolutely understand these keen words of wisdom now! 🙂
You have captured passion in all the ways it lives and moves Rob! This is breathtaking!
Thank you Carrie, I appreciate your gracious compliment. 🙂
Reading line by line
anxious for the next
That’s what I did and I felt the differing scenes.
p.s. I also have decided to join the elderly. Lots of pills and broken bones and teeth pulling here.
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Getting old both gives and takes Ron — sometimes feels like it is taking a bit more… but hey, I have had a very interesting life so far?
I think I favor the instrumental versions to those with lyrics. I’m two songs in and am mesmerized.
Beautiful aren’t they, especially on a cello! 🙂
We seem to have written from opposite ends of the same idea, Rob.
I am confused Shay. I didn’t realize there were opposite ends of music? I read your piece, and perhaps I am not informed or smart enough to understand? Always appreciate when you visit… 🙂
There are ways of using an “instrument” to bring out the best (i.e., fine music) and ways of using it to destroy it (creating a more tragic music of pain and ruin). An instrument (or person) can be treasured into blossom and glow by its “owner,” or it can be abused. In your poem, the woman owns her own instrument, so to speak—she and it are one, in the most beautiful way. In Shay’s poem, the speaker has been so damaged by another’s “hands,” she is unrecognizable and barely functional—no longer herself, just as the tree was destroyed in creating the cello—a dead thing, even though it can still create music when others play (with) it.
Thank you for sharing your kind and astute insight Shawna. I love Shay’s work, and have for years — but nothing I was reading, in my exhaustion, was linking up logically in my head the past few days. I at least got 4 hours sleep last night. I may stop writing and reading for a while — take a break from eords… though not sure I know how to stop writing?
Don’t be crazy! Never stop writing/reading! We don’t all have to see things the same way—especially not in poetry.
I am lousy at writing more than a strange phrase or two, so I treasure what you all can do. I am only good at reading.
I will never stop writing permanently Shawna. I have been writing 58 years, since I was 16-years-old. First began writing lyrics for songs. But I have taken breaks to rejuvenate and rekindle my focus. Occasionally a good thing do, but I have a hard time resting my writing brain sometime. I think it needs it right now.
Damn! Youth and sexual energy and music all wrapped in a cello solo!
Multitaskling JR…;)
You capture the power of music Once in its grasp it never lets you go and enriches life forever. Enjoyed your poem
Thank you, you’re very kind in your words, I appreciate it Rall.
Enjoyed your poem
Thanks for the music videos all new to me
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much love…
Thank you and you are most welcome.
Falling in love with a new skill–lovely.
Thank you Chrissa.
This is magical and passionate – the dance illuminated by the young cellist’s skill, the fire, the romance, the promise – it has it all.
Thank you Marion, very much… 🙂
Well Rob – you’ve certainly got for it with this one and pulled it off with some aplomb – very rich and resonating piece altogether – much like the stirring music you describe so eloquently… Regards Scott
Thank you so very much Scott, I appreciate your generous compliment!
Music is magic and music played well is heaven on earth. Nicely rendered poem laying out the heavenly magic, Rob.
Thank you Lisa! Music is the voice of the universe, majestic, miraculous, transcendent!
Goodness, you have capture the passion and movement of the image. Beautiful music to accompany it!
Thank you Susie!
1) “Occasionally a good thing do, but I have a hard time resting my writing brain sometime 2) I think it needs it right now”
Been productive for 58 years no wonder the smoothness of your write and length goes beyond most others. It would be most sad if you are to take on #2 any time now Rob!
Hank
Maybe I will just slow down for a bit Hank. My “main processor” runs wide open, for which I am thankful, but my 74-year-old “wiring” overheats sometimes. 🙂
Music and performers are always a delight see and hear.
Yes!
This was such a pleasure to read. Passionate!
Thank you Sunita… 🙂
I could see & almost hear her playing as I read this one, Rob. I almost got up and started dancing, but I was glued to the screen for every word. Great work; & thanks for the vids!
Glad this “almost” moved you Ron, but let us not “pull” something in the name of poetry. The chair is the better part of valor… 😉 You are most welcome for the eye candy my friend!
” the brilliant young cellist
ignites the dance”
She sure did!!
Energetic poem!
Thank you so much Syl! 🙂
I love hearing the cello! And also watching the rapt swaying of a player being taken over by their music.
Nothing like seeing a musician immersed in her process Rosemary — it’s enthralling!
very well penned rob, enjoyed the music you wrote so well. also enjoyed the videos, thank for sharing those
Thank you Phillip!
This is beautifully and sensuously written. The sudden alliteration at the end, “mad magical magnificent music” seems to me like a dramatic finale of a musical piece.
Glad you liked it Jenna… 🙂