Mother's Milk (An Opus) Poem by Den Dooven Diederik

Mother's Milk (An Opus)

The saxophonist played
Without a single note heard

Coppery brine resonated
Words that the sea's surf
Swept away in a breeze
Rusty golden notes

Silently she impregnated the childlike tide
In that wrecked minute, silence turned amber-red
Her fingers caressed the ocean
Which released its laden, pregnant seed

She was sublime
Not encountered before
Unsurpassed
A standing ovation
Well earned

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The title symbolizes how the saxophonist nourishes and inspires her audience with her music. Just as mother's milk is nourishing and life-affirming, so does the saxophonist provide her 'children'—her listeners—with a musical sustenance that enriches and embraces them. The term "opus" refers to the musical art form and highlights the artistic value of her creations.
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