Russia's Piano Villain

by Maple Tree   Apr 6, 2014


Tragic conditions were born
out of greed, selfishness,
for a buck and some change.

Mind swirls with anger,
sorrow and visions of
abandonment
for the man on the piano and
his evil grin.

He composed a twisted darkness
for the beauty who birthed his iris's
and I can't help but bleed from
within, sorrow is a thunderous
melody.

He taps away on ivory,
while she decays upon
filthy lies and neglect.

He died today
within my world,
finally she shall be free to fly.

Russia needs their beauty back....

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  • 10 years ago

    by Britt

    I felt a VERY close connection with this piece of poetry and I didn't know why, because I wasn't sure what exactly it was about. I'm so glad you posted a comment with a little more insight, because it makes total sense. You know what happened with my mom and I, I think, and that's why I felt so connected. This is a beautiful poem, with much sadness and frustration, but done so eloquently. I love this!

  • 10 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Andrea, what can I say...you write so beautifully but the sadness and story within this piece is one that really touches the heart. For you, I know a piece so powerful to be personal, its in the way you write. The metaphors work well, they add to the piece and I was really touched by the whole poem
    love always xxx

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Andrea, That is such an powerful story, and it is okay that you rely on metaphors. That's the beauty of poetr. It can be iinterpreted in so many ways. I see the beauty in your words. Thank YOU for always sharing. <3

  • 10 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    I linked the title, and the poem following so Nice and smooth
    It could the essens of love or even much deeper a comment of to day

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    The title really caught my eye. And this is actually a great poem with a lot of twists in it. I believe you start out with a sorrowful suspense. And it holds a powerful message. It is very true that nowadays people are only concerned with money and greed. There doesn't seem to be a lot of love anymore. Anyway this stanza really does a great job to set up the message you wanted to say and the message you send.

    Second- I think deep down inside of us all we just want to be loved, how were raised can either make us or break us as we grow older. I loved the use of emotions you used because it adds so much to the poem overall. I think you did a great jov adding sorrowful and I suppose just negative words to describe the "main character" who seems to be the piano player. But I think piano player is a metaphor for president or some kind of controller or leader... a mastermind even.

    Third- Iris' s have two meanings well at least I know, eyes or flowers. I believe you or the "hero" is the iris. Though only a flower I think you show the beauty of the world. I loved that you put this in though only a metaphor, even heros can feel hurt inside. The difference between dark and light is well viewed and here at the first half of the poem darkness seems to be winning. The fourth stanza is the height of that darkness too and it tells me two things, this man is very powerful and you are the flower that holds that beauty the world needs.

    Last stanza- There is sometimes sadness within death and it does hit you hard. But I loved how you twisted that around. Death can make both people free as morbid as that sounds. It gives a person a chance to start over in some sense. Anyways. This poem is so so beautiful maple. You take on a journy through each stanza and there are a lot of twists and turns. I am humbled by the way you write. :).

    • 10 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you James, for your powerful comment, greatly appreciated. Normally I don't elaborate much on the message of a poem I write but with this one I will, as much as I can. There are certain things that happen in my life that I hold sacred as to withhold some sort of privacy, however writing has and always will be an avenue of release for me.

      The "Piano player" is a family member that I have cut out of my life because of his behavior in the past. I haven't written about him in a very long time, but as of late he has rained his negativity once again.

      Iris's = Eyes , his eyes and the woman I speak of is my Grandmother. I love her dearly. She was born in an area of Russia, that at the time of her birth was covered up during the war, to be labeled as Germany.

      This poem has two messages: The personal tragedy between a son and his mother, and the tragedy of war and it's repercussions.

      Again, at times I get so heavy in metaphors and I am comfortable enough to share a little bit of insight on this piece. Because of legalities however, I can't elaborate anymore than This.

      Thank you so much for reading my poetry~