Cracks in the Melody
by V. Blake
forgive this lazy heart
its failure to impress
on the weekends spent
in your employ
as a part-time metronome.
i only ever wished to be
promoted to the ivory
below your fingertips,
or to the song you'd wrap
around your wrists
when you were harboring
though the ebony
grew bored of me,
and the pedals
all got trampled
i hope you might consider me,
(if there's ever any vacancy)
a paperweight for sheet music,
gathering dust with the parts of you
enamored with less-artful things.
Author's Note: Poemuary entry #27.
Posted on 01/28/2010
Copyright © 2020 V. Blake
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/28/10 at 01:50 AM|
This is a bit melancholy (and reminds me that I'm still sad I don't know how to play piano) but the fact that you crafted it so simply and subtly makes it a softer blow, Tom Waits in his Grapefruit Moon period, whiskey and not vodka melancholy...I love it.
|Posted by Michael Smith on 01/28/10 at 01:55 AM|
I guess "Gorilla Poets" was never gonna happen was it...
Quite the muse-ical, this is. Very clever indeed. "a paperweight for sheet music,/
gathering dust with the parts of you/
enamored with less-artful things." So awesome. I can't think of a better way of complimenting someone on their artful nature and also saying "I'm here when and how you need/want me." This really is talented, Vince.
|Posted by Amie Golda on 01/28/10 at 02:04 AM|
Well, you already know which parts I like. But I forgot to mention, I liek your title, very apt indeed. The poem promises more though.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/28/10 at 03:48 PM|
...more than keen, a circle slicing the air, too coo w/ words...
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/28/10 at 04:14 PM|
Best of the series so far. No doubt.
|Posted by A. Paige White on 01/28/10 at 05:55 PM|
This is fantastic. It reminds me of one of my favorite meditations about making music. True, there's no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in a rest. A pause clause if you will... Wonderful poem! Highest marks.
|Posted by Scott Utley on 01/28/10 at 08:44 PM|
Wow! Over my head ... over my head but it sure feels nice ...
|Posted by Julie Adams on 01/28/10 at 09:19 PM|
the musicality of this piece is lovely, but it is your words that always stun me, like "in your employ/ as a part-time metronome." and the 3 stellar closing lines, both sets I wish I could harbor as my own, lol...there is a reason you are at the top of the top-rated list, sir...peace n poems to u, jewels
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/29/10 at 03:14 AM|
I love the "ivory below your fingertips", the "lazy heart" and the "part-time metronome". Metaphor carried through with ease on your pen. Nice little "click click" at the end. Thank you.
|Posted by Peggie Eng on 01/31/10 at 01:14 AM|
Brilliant, loved promoted to ivory below your
fingertips...I will add to my faves...
You cease to amaze...
|Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 01/31/10 at 07:17 PM|
Oh my goodness... this broke my heart. I wish I could be that talented to be the muse to the talent that you translate to the written word... albeit, I have no talent to be someone's wished for weekend water boy... ... ~N
|Posted by Gilly Wigley on 10/06/11 at 08:01 PM|
I really wanted this poem to keep going, and going... <3
|Posted by Gilly Wigley on 10/06/11 at 08:02 PM|
Being a long time pianist myself, I know that ebony and ivory quite well...