Bow String Pull and Divas Poems

Bow String Pull

Rosined string tickled to taut expectation

waiting to glide against silent steel;

contact coaxing magical metallic voices

Overcome in waves

of emotion that ebb and flow;

crescendo and decrescendo follow

pulling pressure.

Divas

Shave away stubble, fell and scraped clear

cut swaths of barren skin, ready for development

to pour concealing foundation, powders packed

set, brush away excess, feather out, blend

blush for fresh looks, fishy fierce, not frumpy.

Cat eye liner to strike fear, to set mood, sultry

ladies round their eyes for glamour, elegant

affairs of glitter upon lids, tiaras fit into wigs

bigger hair than Texas divas defying physics

reaching for a god, and worshipping idols.