Poems by Poet on the Piano

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  • My lips tingled
    and curled laconically...

  • Skin that heals, sores that no longer
    ache, hope that croons on candlelit...

  • The notice before me is a parasite,
    no longer matter that I'm musing over...

  • I am reflected in every shopping window,
    half mutt, half widow of Wall Street...

  • ...

  • The day mourned as if every tree base
    was a rueful cry that became softened...

  • I took my daughter Beth to our backyard apple tree
    where lambent sunshine chased soft-sung sparrows...

  • Make a wish upon
    Candlelight Avenue...

  • The art of dreaming does not come from fantasizing...
    but arises from the flaming core of one's soul...

  • I blame myself for staying weak
    without guiding and praying daily...

  • You held your heart to my chest
    so I would remember the pound...

  • You wrote me an ekphrasis
    reflecting upon my fingers...