midway during the concert
the piano waited in pensive mood
ignored in the pocket coat of playmaker
when she came with arrow fingers,
red rose on soundboard
something snapped,
jaws of the whale opened
silvery waves rose and crashed
against the salt sprayed mouth,
breaking the emeralds
and ivory keys into shells
falling to the foamy depths
of the blue sea
echoes of the bullhorns,
trumpets blaring castles of the moors,
thundering the night,
cries of the eagle
circling the breasts of the moon
then in the dying notes
melody grew softer
warm milk,
trickle of sweetness,
breathless sigh
the piano and pianist plunged
downwards, oblivious
until all was a
pitter patter of rain,
a dewdrop
the man with the baton
came back
like a wounded mad crow,
jaws of the whale closed,
and man walked away
to silence
Ashok has requested that I write about his art work, music abstract. I drew my post inspiration from Pablo Neruda's Oda al Piano .
Thanks for the visits and lovely words. I appreciate them.
I see the echo of Neruda in a much more intense entrance into the solo death dance, joined by all of the orchestra, until it expired alone. Quite an experience. The picture itself is vibrant and I wonders if she is the story or the audience. Whatever, I totally love "jaws of the whale opened" because NOTHING is quite like that opening and nothing as weighty as a piano on stage.
ReplyDeleteI leave it up the reader to decide ~ I appreciate your thoughts and visit Susan.
DeleteGreat use of all the sounds that surround and thrusting them in, then slowly they fade to black or maybe grey.hmmm.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat...at least it was not as dizzy crazy as the images in your blog today ~
Deletewow so vivid in the representation of the musics highs and lows...took me a second when the whale crashed in there to get it but...smiles...well played grace
ReplyDeleteThanks for visit and lovely words Brian ~ I appreciate your support ~
DeleteWonderful G! Thrilled to see this! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI am glad you like my interpretation Askhok ~
Deletethe imagistic rendition of musical crescendo was intense and wonderful.lovely string of images throughout.
ReplyDeleteI feel the notes as they waft and runs through my veins and what lay betwixt
ReplyDeleteI see the correlation of your verse to Neruda's Oda al Piano. It started off catchy,thundering and booming. It tapers off later without music for a while but softness. Beautiful write, Heaven!
ReplyDeleteHank
I hear the piano being played. Your piece is very evocative.
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant piece this is. You describe the pianist and music so vividly. As the piece is played it does tend to crest and fall in waves.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery and really brilliant piece of writing from you! :)
now that was a dramatic ending
ReplyDeleteMany wonderful images here. I loved how you described the piano AND the conductor! "like a wounded mad crow" - Yes!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the edit tip. I posted early this morning, still half asleep LOL
ReplyDeleteYou provide a rich description of music within your words.
ReplyDeletequite evocative, very nice!
ReplyDeleteI really like how you conveyed the feeling of music in this mysterious piece.
ReplyDeleteSIQ POST BRO
ReplyDeleteA great representation of art using another form of art. Very well and vividly done. I enjoyed "listening."
ReplyDeleteA brilliant piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh wow! Very vivid.
ReplyDeleteI was just swept away in the music of your words, wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteFor me, this piece speaks of the bliss of the performer and the innate tension between the need to balance that against the need to attend to the conductor--This can be a complex dance--and you capture the tension and the bliss well--
ReplyDeleteI like your perspective of my words ~ a complex dance ~
DeleteI owe it to Neruda whose words continue to resonate strongly with me ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Your writing can transcend your reaser with upmost ease! Always stunning imagery to dwell within, wow! xoxo
ReplyDeleteWow! You put the music and sound to words in a wonderful way. I was right there, listening and watching! Excellent!
ReplyDeleteI love how the words & the music are in rhythm. Harmonious write.
ReplyDeleteOrgasmic!
ReplyDeleteSo it is ~ Thanks for the visit Colleen ~
DeleteThis is really excellent, Heaven--and very Neruda-ish in parts, sequing seamlessly from one surreal image to the next. Enjoyed it very much--and the picture is well interpreted, too.
ReplyDeleteBoth the poem and the painting beautifully abstract. I love the tone and odd sensation that the poem gives me. Disjointed and surreal in spirit and solid in visuals that are slightly askew from the norm. Really good take on the painting...I hope he liked it.
ReplyDeletesuch fabulous imagery, such wonderful music...
ReplyDeleteOh Heaven - how I love to hear your shifting voice - the abstract and crescendos of discordant images pouring so musically and emotionally from the poem. How far you continue to come poetically. In each poem your voice, but with each experiment new tools, new richness. Well done! Kudos!!
ReplyDeleteGay, I am pleased to read your wonderful words. Thank you for encouragement and support ~ D'verse has played a big part in my growth as a writer ~
DeleteHi Heaven,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this as you were able to convey images in my mind as I thought about how the music would sound.
Wonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteK
Don't know which I like best the painting or the poem. All I know is that together, they make a combination of images, sounds, feelings that only a gifted imagination could create. I loved this.
ReplyDeletevery cool capture...esp. liked...jaws of the whale opened
ReplyDeletesilvery waves rose and crashed
against the salt sprayed mouth... and the warm milk tunes....hmm..nice...felt..
I love the images...silvery waves...salt sprayed mouth...lovely writing, Heaven :)
ReplyDeleteTo everyone ~ Thank you for the lovely comments and visit ~
ReplyDeletealways so good to get to Heaven...another classic piece
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed, Heaven - a lovely write. ♥
ReplyDeleteMusic is poetry without words...yet here you put words to the music and I heard it all from Beethoven, Liszt, to Chopin. This is clever and beautful. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteLovely metaphor, poetry and music do go hand in hand.
ReplyDeleteLots of memorable images here, breaking emeralds, warm milk, pockets of the play maker and more. Really nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThis captures so much of the musical, calling into being a whole world of imaginary happenings. I enjoyed the joy of the poem as it delights in the performance and reflects the harmony of music itself.
ReplyDeleteOhh divine music you played here Grace, drawn into the whole performance - orchestral genius - Hugs Lib
ReplyDeleteyou always color me impressed.
ReplyDeletethe brilliance of your words...gorgeous!
i liked the images presented, how the music dropped from a crescendo, to a "pitter patter of rain, a dewdrop". almost like i am at the concert itself. :)
ReplyDeleteI still totally love this poem, and I am quite a fan of revisiting what I love.
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