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Click here I can hear your keyboard
tapping rhythmically as castanets
through the surf of your emotion
as if it's music you were writing,
not a poem. I see the shiver and flash
of your fingers, salmon sifting downstream
to flow into that electronic ocean.
Its current carries words to me.
At times, there is a pause, as if a trumpet
there plays a solo part—a short dirge,
a lament—the percussion humbled, silent.
Then returns the patter of the fugue,
thoughts set out like rain or waves
beneath and licking at a pier.
In my response,
I am respectful as is water in a glass
set near the clock on your nightstand
in case you find that you are thirsty
sometime later in the night. A nocturne
in a minor key, played with pedal down.
Because, of course, of course, the sea.
patter of the fugue, interesting combination
This is music you've written and it is a poem. Is that done with mirrors? No, but with exquisite command of language.
they're always good. But this one is heartwrenchingly so. Just stunning.
Exquisite interplay of imagery — part music in its tones, part typing of its poetry, and part fluid in its oceanic depths.
I love music-focused poetry and this does (as Champ commented) have a sort of classical feel, not the clean sound of Mozart to me, maybe something fuller, more romantic like Beethoven or Tychovski. I really like the way you tied in the water theme--from the glass to the river and of course the sea image at the end (a great end line!) which corresponds to surf early in the poem. so I have to ask: how conscious are you of doing that when you write? I often find, after I've written, that I tie threads of theme together intuitively when I write so the notion interests me. Glad I read this one T-man; it's lovely.