She’s lovely, a petite

strawberry ingenue

stepping to the sparkling Steinway

before a sea of black

She bows to the audience,

unaware of the faces

forgetting to breathe

then sits before the Steinway,

closes her eyes,

silently waits one measure of tutti,

then disappears

into the spirit of Mozart.

 

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  1. I sat in the front row listening to the North Carolina Symphony tonight, as part of my work as an MFA student at the University of Wikipedia. I came home and tried one approach after another to write about the experience- nothing worked. This is the best I got- a quasi-Imagist poem that feels very unfinished to me- but if I didn’t put it out there it was going to drive me crazy and I wouldn’t get any sleep.

    At least it’s not another flarf poem.

  2. rholland50 says:

    Yeah, I think it needs some work, some sharpening. And I think your drawing conclusions for the reader at the end is gratuitous. It’s only “semi-imagist” because it takes us inside the pianist’s mind instead of making us imagine it from the imagery.

  3. I can understand wanting to play with this one some more, but you’ve got some very nice phrasing to expand on. It will be interesting to see the progression.

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