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concerto di pianoforte

a poem

By Moon DesertPublished 4 years ago Updated 9 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Claude Gabriel on Unsplash

they soak like tea

all the sounds from inside

the piano

red rug rapturous rumble

wooden stool coke with straw

knees bent around the circle

round clear glass vase with fish

fidgeting flimsy fumble

stiff white collars coloured bows

white socks hands arranged as if in prayer

bright light flooding through the windows

old cabinets and wardrobes

fake flowers rings and ribbons

making noise at midnight

red spiral tapestry

reflecting

the face and mood

of the player

red cushions red red red

ball thrown into the courtyard

squabble magic love making

not that simple

in slow motion picture

from the past

are you playing funny guy now?

is not real it will never be

we can just pretend

that this life makes sense

when it doesn’t

every sound

so marvellously played

it is not intended for us it will remain

in the background in the back of our heads

let’s celebrate

breaking union communion

all our senses

while the masterpiece is heard

– command in vain

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September 2022

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

Unsplash

Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.

Sylvia Plath

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