“Fiddle while Rome burns.” I think as my life collapses around me. The loss of my marriage should’ve broken me. But I decided that instead of breaking me, it would build me back up. He may have taken everything from me, including my will but I would at least enjoy the warmth of my life burning.
m
My sister lays the fiddle against her shoulder, over a hundred years old, belonging to a great grandpa only my father remembers but now we all get to enjoy the music.
i fiddle
with my fingers
while i watch you
breathe
it’s been so long
it’s been so little.
why is my heart
racing to jump
out of my body?
i never thought
we’d made it
this far
i always hoped
you’d stay here
after the dark
He fiddled with the coin.
No aim, mindless, back and forth.
But suddenly the sky boomed of thunder.
He fumbled, and the coin skipped out of his hand.
Somehow the floor was a Blackmore,
He heard the sound but not seeing the thing.
He looked, searched, crawled;
Maybe until time comes, they will be apart.
You took to me
like a devil to a fiddle.
Wrapped all around you,
I’m an enigma — you’re a riddle.
Marissa
The drunk jester played his fiddle deep into the night. Drinking cup after cup. He speaks to his mistress of a son he had a few towns over. He has no interest in finding this son. its a bitter outlook.
Collin
fiddler crab, softshell, snowshoe, hermit in a hobbit hole, vices and virtues. violent vicissitude, vibrant fresh attitude. climbing to new altitudes. quietly, i act amused.
“Fiddle while Rome burns.” I think as my life collapses around me. The loss of my marriage should’ve broken me. But I decided that instead of breaking me, it would build me back up. He may have taken everything from me, including my will but I would at least enjoy the warmth of my life burning.
My sister lays the fiddle against her shoulder, over a hundred years old, belonging to a great grandpa only my father remembers but now we all get to enjoy the music.
i fiddle
with my fingers
while i watch you
breathe
it’s been so long
it’s been so little.
why is my heart
racing to jump
out of my body?
i never thought
we’d made it
this far
i always hoped
you’d stay here
after the dark
He fiddled with the coin.
No aim, mindless, back and forth.
But suddenly the sky boomed of thunder.
He fumbled, and the coin skipped out of his hand.
Somehow the floor was a Blackmore,
He heard the sound but not seeing the thing.
He looked, searched, crawled;
Maybe until time comes, they will be apart.
You took to me
like a devil to a fiddle.
Wrapped all around you,
I’m an enigma — you’re a riddle.
The drunk jester played his fiddle deep into the night. Drinking cup after cup. He speaks to his mistress of a son he had a few towns over. He has no interest in finding this son. its a bitter outlook.
fiddler crab, softshell, snowshoe, hermit in a hobbit hole, vices and virtues. violent vicissitude, vibrant fresh attitude. climbing to new altitudes. quietly, i act amused.