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Gentle Celia, how comest you here
To sorrows that lie in the sapphire mist?
Stalwart you think you have nothing to fear,
But this place harbors them hand over fist.

You gave up music to follow your heart,
Condemning to silence your violin strings.
Over the years it has torn you apart,
Celia, that is what sacrifice brings!

Gentle Celia, you stand here alone,
Turning, your Violin’s lying nearby;
In the land of sorrows you should’ve known,
What you are seeing may be just a lie.

Here is a place where there’s no night or day,
And beauty shares discourse with the morose.
O how you hunger to once again play,
But that would require you give up the ghost.

Gentle Celia, we question no more,
You remain the master of your fate.
The dream lies ahead, that has left your heart sore;
There on the rock, your Violin waits…


David Rogers
This comes my published book 'Whispers In The Wind.'

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DragonsChest Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2013  Professional Writer
I am truly honored Selina, thank you... :hug:
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sesam-is-open Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2013
:tighthug:
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NearlyInvisibleMind Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I love the flow and imagery of this piece:clap:
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DragonsChest Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you so much... :hug:
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NearlyInvisibleMind Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Absolutely: hug:
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D-A-Skelly Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2013
Well enjoyed poem and also enjoyed your explantion of how it came about:rose:
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DragonsChest Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you Delice, I am glad you liked this... :hug:
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NocturneJewel Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013
So hauntingly beautiful...:iconrealillusions:
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DragonsChest Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Professional Writer
I wrote this from a dream.  A young woman named Celia was a first chair violinist, and had a promising career ahead of her.  She fell in love and became pregnant, and gave up her career to raise a family.  All through her life she refused to play the violin again, and she kept that promise.  Old and grey, she went into a coma, and for what seemed an eternity, she wandered in a blue misty place.  Finally, she came to a clearing where, on a large flat rock, laid a violin.  An angel appeared and told her that she could turn back and that she would wake up, or she could pick up that violin and (in essence) give up the ghost.  I woke up before she made a choice, so I left the poem with the same sense of ambiguity when it came to what she would do.

It is weird that I dream of people I have never known, and often wonder if they really do exist.  Well I will stop rambling and say thank you for liking this poem... :hug:
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NocturneJewel Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013
Oh wow, you have the most amazingly fantastic dreams! :wow: You could write a short story or even a novel about this dream! And if you ever do I'd love to read it. :hug: but it's great that your dreams provide you with inspiration for your poetry. :iconlovelyplz:
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DragonsChest Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2013  Professional Writer
One of these days I will try my hand at writing a novel.  :hug:
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NocturneJewel Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2013
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