Tony Jolley Poems
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Your Left Hand
...For my daughter, upon watching her play piano and finding melodies of a beauty so far out of my reach...
Your left hand looked a lot like mine – but it wasn’t.
Your left hand moved a little like mine – but with far greater grace
[well, it would, wouldn’t it – you suit so well the name we gave you].
Fluency flowed liberally from your fingertips,
For all the world as if the keys were calling for your caress:
Attending upon your attention.
Michaelangelo sought the shape in the stone –
Do you likewise feel the form in your compositions unborn?
Do you hear ...
Hot Salt Rain
Hot, salt rain pouring from my every pore,
Splashing, soaking, saturating your heaving, forest floor;
Each and every dropp shining, shaking,
Surface tension fighting for foothold
Upon unusually unstable ground,
Wracked and rent by fearsome, feral forces
Raging from the epicentre of the earthquake
Deep in the pit of you,