Sunday, February 02, 2014

tiptoed synergy


synergy of my toe 
along with the keys of the piano
you sense a balance in the bucolic settings
yet you miss that alternate edge
one that has the potential to open me up
the tiptoed alter ego
that former self
those hanging threads others could see
but not you
never you
the bellowing curtains soothe the windows

in a while the crimsons dots will fall on the piano
only then you will know of my stiffness

I chose it this way
to play the keys while I go
holding on to music till the last breath

"soon stark death will stare you on the face"

24 comments:

barbara_y said...

Love the crimson dots. Nifty addition to the image.

brenda w said...

This is beautiful, "...the bellowing curtains soothe the windows"

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, an amazing photo, and fantastic poem. Your closing lines really bring it home.

Kathe W. said...

crimson dots with the last three lines ...wow!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I like your mention of the curtains as they do add a sense of carefree, gentle wind blowing to the picture.

Tess Kincaid said...

Potential to open me up...yes...beautiful write...I think maybe my favorite of yours to date...

Myrna R. said...

Play the keys as you go - good way to live. I like the images this conjures up in my mind.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I loved this--the link between vulnerability and music --beautifully done!

humbird said...

Love the 'synergy of my toe' ~ bright images and music ~ nice

Susan said...

Wow! I believe this, and know he/they miss what they never tried to know, hearing and seeing what the narrator has given herself!

aspiritofsimplicity said...

wow. I agree the crimson dots...and I also like "I choose it this way -as if she chose her own death hanging herself above the piano so she could hear the notes with her last dying breath. And perhaps that someone will finally notice her when the wind blows the curtains out of the way

Vandana Sharma said...

In life too we haveto tiptoe carefully

Gerry @Strummed Words said...

There is hope yet.....while we still breathe...
Nice one, Gautami.

Kathryn said...

Those crimson dots, beautiful write.

Laura said...

so beautiful!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

"those hanging threads others could see
but not you
never you
the bellowing curtains soothe the windows"
Bravo I loved your take!

Susie Clevenger said...

"I chose it this way
to play the keys while I go
holding on to music till the last breath" beautiful...Such creative vision for the image

Helena said...

What a way to go! Powerful stuff!

Belva Rae Staples said...

This is breathtaking!

keiths ramblings said...

Simply beautiful!

Margaret said...

Hold on to the music! I like that sentiment.

Lauren Purse said...

Wow. Such a cleverly written poem. I honestly love it. Laurie

Kalpana Solsi said...

WISH death never hover around this melodious human.

The Editor said...

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