The Pianist.

by Linda   Jul 1, 2013


Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody
that has you remembering what feeling is,
forgetting what emptiness is;
finally putting name to nameless emotion.

My pianist fingers slide in dried daisy petals
and search through keys and sounds
for a way to
purge

instability.

Maybe the vomit will turn into something great.

    report violation
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  • 1 year ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    As I swirl, smudge and pressed my stomach contents across the black and white keys, I knew that if this was not understood/appreciated, at least I gave it my all, I played what lies within.

  • 8 years ago

    by H. Elizabeth

    Gave me chills. Beautiful.

    "Poetry is art for the insane."
    This line is so extremely accurate.

    I loved this piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love how you worded this Linda, it was so expressive and clever. Especially with "finally putting name to nameless emotion"- how true is that? The hardest things to describe, the parts we may not even know exist in our heart or the parts of us we never have admitted before can stand out in the truth of poetry. It CAN be insane, from wanting to let free everything to holding back.

    Fantastic piece!

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    "Poetry is art for the insane."

    You. are. a. genius!

    I wish I had a good comment to leave but I'm all blabber-mouthed out today. :/

    LOVELOVELOVE. <3

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    You write brilliantly girl, sometimes we can't get the words out the way they need to.

    Love you loads x

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