Strong but graceful hands
Touching, caressing, pounding on
The ebonies and ivories.
He makes music emanate from
That instrument on four legs.
His fingers firmly on the keys,
The sound of unbroken notes
Flowing like a gushing stream.
Slow, moving, poignant, melancholic,
Melody of romance, or lament, or maybe of nostalgia.
He strikes the last note, the last chord,
The finale, then lifts his hands from the keys.
He bows, the audience stands, applauding.
The curtain closes, and I silently exit the hall,
Leaving the pianist to relish his moment of glory.
-Katherine Lopez, 31 December 2009
Magical wand
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You always paint vivid pictures to move a reader in your poem, awesome job!
I love your name,
I like your poem,
We share poetry,
We celebrate one last day
in 2009
before
hitting
2010
in such a beautiful way!
Take care,friend!:)
Hello, I found you through Jingle's Blog. I enjoyed your poem; you conveyed the piano, the pianist and the music in this 15 line poem. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteFavorite part:
“The sound of unbroken notes
Flowing like a gushing stream.”
Gerardine Baugh
http://gerardinebaugh.wordpress.com/
Hi Gerardine!
ReplyDeleteI am glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you very much for your kind words. :)
Katherine Lopez
Cheers, Jingle, to a wonderful 2010. Cheers to a new year of inspiration and poetry. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words. Take care! :)
Katherine
nicely done. i really like this.
ReplyDeleteso nice to see someone lost in their passion.
Hi Brian!
ReplyDeleteThank you. It motivates me when I see that people like my poems. Thanks again.
And yes, I agree with your last statement. People who are so passionate in what they do are admirable.