Play the Tendons like Violin Cords in the Cold Night by Bogdan Dragos

A muscular, shirtless man with his back towards the camera and a knife raised with both hands at his neck level
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that guitar is useless in

his hands now

He spent over ten thousand

hours playing

It’s all he does, really

He has all the time

in the world

after the accident that

rendered his legs

useless

He sits in bed or in

the wheelchair all day

and plays the guitar

but it’s all useless

He’s lacking the fire

in his eyes

All his songs are the

same song

A sad tune

And the lyrics are all in

his mind

and they’re darker than his

eyes

Colder

The other day his

mother found a

knife in his room,

under the mattress

He said the guitar wasn’t

enough anymore

The guitar was fine so far

because the cords

brought feeling

to his fingers

but now that the fingers

had gone completely numb

with thick skin

he wanted to

pick up the violin

for a change

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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16 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s writing often shakes a person to the core. Losing the use of one’s limbs or for that matter any body part is a life-shattering experience. Though dark and eerie, there is beauty in this particular piece. The loss of feeling in the legs and the numbed fingers must be compensated by a feeling that satisfies the depressed mind and devastated heart. Slicing those tendons, sadly, is the only way. Bone-chilling…
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. (つ▀_▀)つ Thank you!

      Oftentimes, depressed people who see no way out of a situation will turn to art. And from here, I guess there are two roads that diverge. Either the art helps them find happiness and elevates their life, or it doesn’t, case in which they’ll descend into darker and darker arts.
      From the external observer’s point of view, both roads can lead to greatness.

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  2. haoyando says:

    Beautiful poem. I’m not musical myself, but I know people who tried several instruments.

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    1. Thank you! (─‿‿─)

      I’m also not musical in any way. Though I once tried drums, thinking they’re the simplest instrument of all. Obviously, I was very wrong…

      {\__/}
      (●_●)
      ( >🥁
      (*me with a drum having no idea what I’m doing…)

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  3. hawkmoon1111 says:

    This is so relevant to me. I came down with Lyme disease several years ago and it took everything for awhile, even pieces of my soul. I could no longer do what I loved most which is playing and performing. It all came back with time, even the inspiration to write again. We have to find a way to reach into that darkness and bring it into the light.

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    1. Yes, it all stands in finding that way to pull yourself out of the darkness, and from there it’s the snowball effect.

      Glad to hear you’re in a better place now
      ٩(๑•◡ -๑)۶ ⒽⓤⒼ

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  4. jonicaggiano says:

    Having worked as a nurse I was so afraid of becoming dependent on others to take care of me. This is a subject near and dear to my heart as I have met many wounded warriors at the VA Hospital in Seattle. This was cleaver way of merging an instrument (music) and sadness into such a piece. Very cleaver writing. Hugs, Joni

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    1. Oh, that would be one nasty feeling. To know that you can no longer survive on your own and need others to take care of you. Especially for someone who grew up learning not to rely upon anyone else. Artists will be artists, I guess. They’ll do what they can with what they have where they are and eventually express their feelings through their art (◕‸◕ )

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        So very true. Well done. Great story you always make us think. ❤️❤️

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  5. Jeffrey X says:

    I used to get drunk and high and play guitar, sing my favorite songs by other artists. I stopped because it caused too much commotion with neighbors. I do not fare well with attention.

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    1. Well, somebody once said that writing is a superior art to music. And their argument was simply because unlike music, writing can be ignored and thus it won’t disturb anybody who doesn’t want to consume it.
      ꒰· ◡· ꒱

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  6. powerful, sad and relatable! Well done!💖👏

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    1. Thank you!
      ٩( *´╰╯`)۶

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