Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Hold Everything

I thought at the time
It was something by Debussy
And every day the same tune
Those same troubled places
DAY AFTER DAY!

After a few weeks it was almost maddening
The easy first twenty measures or so went swimmingly
But then…..
But then a modulation
Difficult chord progressions
The patience of the pianist was amazing
Endless     calm     repetitions for a few weeks
But then!
Then for days that rush through the easy twenty measures
As though the pianist could hardly wait to drive me mad

Oh that relentless hammering    pounding
Such extreme petulance
Unremitting fortissimo against those same difficult measures!

At last I could stand it no longer
Murderous with anger I rapped viciously on the studio door

Well    let me tell you…..
SHE was the most ravishing………………………………..

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Carolyn Devonshire May 30, 2009 at 9:47 AM Daver, I thought for sure the pianist was a tough-nosed artist so I was surprised by his reaction in opening the door. Didn't know certain passages of music could be so much more difficult than others, but you enlightened me. I felt like I could feel a "hammering pounding" beat throughout the poem. Thanks for bringing this music to life through your talented pen! Love, Carolyn

Daver Austin May 30, 2009 at 8:25 AM Kristin, this is indeed deep...I mean the pianist poem...one of my most sublime efforts. Thing is, when SHE opens the door HE is surprised, expecting to find a man or an ugly woman. If it had been me, I would have behaved in exactly the same way. Just because there's snow on the roof doesn't mean there's no fire in the furnace. love, old daver

Sharon Winter May 29, 2009 at 12:43 PM I guess the relentless hammering didn't bother you anymore. Musical memories : ) Ha ha! Love, Shar

Kristin Reynolds May 29, 2009 at 9:57 AM O.K...well...now I am the one who needs a poem explained, you are digging too deep for this ole girl, Daver, I'm lost...throw me a line on this one..please? XO Kristin