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Ten Taps
by Glenn Curriermy first performance
with the youth orchestra
breathing with the beats
rest restÂ… too many rests
drumsticks poised
at the right angle
expectant tendons tense
in this eternity of bars
conductor pokes and weaves
through the graveyard
of the fourth movement
of this dead composer
still I wait for my part of the symphony
to become center stage
with my ten taps
on the tympani.
03/08/2006 Author's Note: This poem originated from a challenge to take a line or lines from someone else's poem and use them as a theme, expand on them, or go in an entirely different direction. From Charlie Morgan's poem, "what a day" I used these lines: "still I wait for my part of the symphony / to become center-stage" Thank you Charlie.
Posted on 03/09/2006
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/09/06 at 03:37 AM I hope you weren't tapped out Glenn...Charlie |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/09/06 at 08:00 AM I like what you did with it! Good read :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/10/06 at 01:44 AM Wonderful narrative and description in this poem. I found both a touch of humor and striking the lines, "through the graveyard of the fourth movement of this dead composer". |
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