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Cracks in the Melody
by V. Blakeforgive 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
a grudge.
though the ebony
grew bored of me,
and the pedals
all got trampled
under foot,
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.
click.
click. 01/27/2010 Author's Note: Poemuary entry #27.
Posted on 01/28/2010
Copyright © 2024 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.
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| 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... |
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