Sometime I wish I had a piano
In a long list of wishes may be another addition
Or if my pen was a piano key
On lazy afternoons of summer
When touched softly
Its music would break the silence of this room
The languid humming of air conditioner
Would mellow in its sweet sound
The colors esoteric in nature
Ascending through air reaching to empyrean
Would shower upon me in sweet paean
I do laugh at the idea though
That sounds so perfect in phantasmagoria
The trill coming out of the keys
Would probably be as smudged and muddled
As the writing coming out of this pen
Backed only with a dull desire or inclination to write
When would I realize that the pen or the piano key
Both are substitute for my inability
To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.
Every poet has some fantasy and unfulfilled dreams, i liked the way you have described it in your wonderful poem...
Congratulations being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as the Member Poem Of The Day. Most deserving, dear poetess Savita.
Thank you so much dear Sylvia for your wonderfully penned comments.
A true magnificent poem, beautifully thought and penned, this is a true fascinating, the two concluding lines are brilliantly presented.5 Stars and thank you so much for sharing
Your pen really IS a piano key, and you have created a wonderful symphony! Congrats on poem of the day!
Thank you so much Kim for taking time to read and your for your loving comments.
Wow--Hearty Congratulations for this marvelous poem being selected as the Poem of the Day!
Thank you so much Bharati for your appreciative comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
...'Both are substitute for my inability To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.' I'm torn by my need to decide between awarding you 3 1/2 and 4 stars. Alas i guess I'll have to choose 4. ;)
your rating destroyed the perfect five rating of the poem! Sob Sob! Don't count on my being faithful any more!