The Pianist

Tree branches dripping

in the monochrome sky

with a Sparrow's song

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patriciajj's picture

Impressive on more than one

Impressive on more than one level: it's no small accomplishment to squeeze a wide and meaningful moment into this form. But you pulled it off with two striking and contrasting details, and for a truly profound effect, you preformed the tiny symphony with wordplay: "dripping . . . with a Sparrow's song" and if that wasn't enough talent on display, you crowned the wonder with a fresh metaphor: "The Pianist" .

 

I enjoyed commenting as much as reading. Cool

Cascade's picture

Your reviews are always so

Your reviews are always so generous. Thank you, Patricia. 

Januarian's picture

Monochrome sky . . . wow,

Monochrome sky . . . wow, what a descriptive image.  The first time I remember being truly fascinated by the monochrome skies of spring was Easter of 1967.  Somehow, the monochrome gray sky (which, if watched closely, was always shifting through various tint of gray) and the lavender flowers on her lilac tree made a perfect color match for the almost nine year old me.  Your poem took me back to that memory immediately.


Januarian

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Cascade's picture

Thank you for stopping by and

Thank you for stopping by and leaving your story with me, Starward. O enjoyed knowing it brought back memories for you.

Januarian's picture

I wanted to revisit this

I wanted to revisit this again, today.  Like all great poems, it associates itself with the readers' thoughts; in my case, as I described above, a particular Easter ('66, '67 or '68) at my grandparents very small property---small, but very farm-like as they were both raised on farms---which has become, over time, a metaphor of Heaven for me.  The lilac tree, the narrow, shallow creek surging as much as it could with the off-run of spring rain, the wildflower meadow beyond it---there were so many landmarks of meaning for me on that little patch of earth, and, whenever weather permitted, I visited each and every one of them, like an excited pilgrim.  Thank you for this poem which, though brief (always a sign of classic talent), opens such depth of meaning for me.  


Januarian

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allets's picture

Nice

"...monochrome sky."  Mellow image. ~s~



Onyamaichi

 

Cascade's picture

Thanks Poetess

Thanks Poetess