Lotus Blossoms and Seashells MAG

August 13, 2009
By rshank BRONZE, San Jose, California
rshank BRONZE, San Jose, California
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She sits at the hospital piano each afternoon
with lotus blossoms and seashells
braided in her hair.

Her eyes close
and her fingers waltz
like silken rain on an ocean,

and she dreams
of music swirling like water,
music adorning her withered skin.
She whispers, thank you for holding me.

And she's adrift in the waves,
sipping
thirsting
for poetic roars,
symphonies and duets
that cradle her ears.

The Piano speaks to her
when night spills into the vacant room,
like tears that fall from her dying irises,
home reflected in them.



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on Mar. 4 2010 at 10:47 pm
abeatlesfan65 GOLD, Stillwater, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down." - T.S. Eliot

Amazing! Publish more, you are one of the best poets I've seen on TI!

Yoodle15 said...
on Nov. 24 2009 at 11:58 am
This poem is beeeaauuuuttiiiffuuul! <3 Love your writing style, with all the metaphors to nature which warm the heart!

on Oct. 1 2009 at 10:52 pm
missedtheboat7 SILVER, Madison, Alabama
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i love this!!!keep writing!!

on Aug. 19 2009 at 5:41 pm
omg that was wonderful bravo




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