What Paderewski Taught Me About Being by Kathleen Wilsongood
he tells me
the heart moves
moves like the ocean
sometimes like a mountain
constantly in greeting
his words
my pulse the same
surprises
trembles
holds back
rushes forward
washed always
in silence
silence for what is not
for what has been taken
for what is left
for what has been given
a nation for what is right
the dearly loved
what he always wanted
from the edge
of her seat
a woman leans forward
holds
a breath
time waits
the woman breathes out
whish of wind
essence of man
dark and light
rubato of being
becomes being again
11/12/2010 Author's Note: published in Cosmopolitan Review, July, 2011
Posted on 11/13/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
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