88 Keys
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Constructive criticism is always welcome. I know I don't know anything about poetry, but I feel things, so any help in construction and conveying emotion is good. I love the piano. If I walk into a room and there is a piano I can hardly talk or think of anything else. It's a love affair that started when I was very young (less than 7 years old). Tonight I was listening to some of my favorite piano music and I thought of how many keys the pianist was controlling and this is the result. Enjoy.
88 Keys
88 keys on a ring
is too many
to carry
to know
to manage.
But bring me 88 keys
of ivory and black
and I’m in heaven.
I pick out five,
or maybe six
to strike,
and again
then seven.
Oh, beauteous sounds of
harmonious notes that
rub together just for me.
August 17, 2016
Copyright © Beverly Read | Year Posted 2016
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