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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
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 © 2019 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...

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