Early Hour Realization

August 23, 2009
Somewhere in this world
there is music playing.
Somewhere, a pianist is enraptured
by what he is creating,
his piano alive,
music swirling in the air,
tangible swirls of mauve
and teal and lavender.
And buttercup.
Yes – lots of buttercup.

Somewhere in this world there are people dancing
to music in shades of orange in red,
full skirts swirling like fire lilies.
I think their skin must be the color of cinnamon
and they do not speak English.

Somewhere in this world
there is someone standing on a street corner,
singing to put dinner on the table
he doesn’t have.
A Starving Poet.

(The one difference between him
and the Starving Artist
is that the Artist is able to coax
a girl into lying nude to capture her beauty
in oils or charcoal,
or pencil, if he truly is a Starving Artist.

No Poet I have ever met
has been successful in doing the same with words.)

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Imaginedangerous This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 8, 2011 at 1:13 pm
The colors in this are beautiful. I especially liked the description of the dancers.
EdytD said...
Aug. 28, 2009 at 3:03 am
I think this is very interesting, and I liked the way you compared people with colors. I didn't like the line, "I think...English," because it seemed that you were hesitant, or dreaming about this alternate world.
I really liked the comparison you drew between a poet and a starving artist.
Great job!

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