Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Poem for Tchaikovsky

hearing it in my mind,
autumn's song played
on a distant piano-
smooth keys
gently touched
by fingers who have known
many seasons...
the passion of summer,
the desperation of winter,
the hope of spring-
now he strokes the ivory
once again,
telling his tale
of yet another red leaf,
another windy afternoon,
another still morning,
another harvest moon...

12 comments:

  1. Did I read somewhere or is it my own thinking....can't even distinguish that, its gone so much into me...its the winter that can silently hold the splendour all the seasons within...(and thats one reason why I love winter)

    "by fingers who have known
    many seasons..." --- this line brought back that thought again,

    I love this poem, Kristin....as i love Tchaikovsky, :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. Beutiful writing, Kristin!
    I do love how you write!

    Margie:)

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  3. Oh you took my breathe away, I love this ...could you be tchaikovsky's reincarnation, such music in your soul

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  4. Thank you, ladies! I'm flattered and thrilled that you enjoyed the poem so much!!! :)

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  5. Tchaikovsky is one of my favorite composers - this is a wonderful moving tribute to his music.

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  6. Beautiful Kirstin.

    deeper and deeper
    the shape of song
    in my soul

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  7. Voila, a soothing lullaby of words...:)

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  9. Such a sweet and gentle sound to my ears. I could hear the piano and see the fingers sliding over the keys. Your poetry is lovely.

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