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Thursday, January 24, 2002 hehe, don't laugh at my poetry. :Þ I was inspired partially to write this after reading a poem by Billy Collins called Piano Lessons (which is taped on the wall near my computer w/ other special poems). Anyway, I try to write my poems as quick as possible so that I don't lose the feelings I have at that very moment and distort it with other stuff that wasn't there when I first began writing it (in the effort of making it sound 'deep'.. heh, I don't try to do that). The poem below I wrote very quickly, and I might as well just say what hte idea is behind it since I'm not sure people might get it.. basically.. having to do with the talent show I'm in tonight (playing the piano), and the poem is in a metaphor form. Ivory Tones There's nothing left to work on, only hours before that blue light will be on me.. shining over and around me as if it were beckoning me to heaven. It will only be me and ivory tonight working it like two argumentive couples.. me pleading for it to just take me away from it all and carry me off into a dream, but it won't come that easy. It will have to be pampered like a baby, and only after I have given all my trust over will it be coaxed to take me away and allow my fingers to brush with swiftness and speed across its territory. My teacher tells me to play with all my soul, and that this night won't be about the people.. it will be about conveying a message from my heart to the tips of my fingers, pouring out onto each key blessed with my touch melting into a warm harmony coming to a rest with a tired, but confident, sigh. Tonight I ask for brilliance. Take my gut and step on it - there is no room in my body for doubt when I yearn to be filled by ivory tones. Tonight it's just me and ivory, out on the most romantic date of our lives. . . . babbled Lin |
