Digging through my usb files the other day, I was happy to find six poems that weren't lost in the Great Expansion Drive Crash of 2013. Cool! As I mentioned in an earlier post, I'd lost ALL of my work (writing, poetry manuscript, photos, teaching materials, etc.), and didn't think I'd ever recover any--I must've had these five poems in a different place. I don't think I'll submit these anywhere, as I've started over fresh, so I'll post the poems here over the next few days. Anyway...here's the first:
Learning to Play
The pale birds of
her hands flutter
over the strings
of the guzheng,
sound of the
lotus, a bamboo forest,
a peaceful boat
on water. Her fingers,
born for
porcelain teapots, calligraphy,
silk, are
plucking out High Mountain
Flowing Water, are conductors of dark
storms, confident
upon the bridge, as in
Three Variations of Plum Blossom, or
mellowed with
reflection, as in my favorite,
Song of Fishermen on a Homebound Boat
During Sunset, before the happy home port
of its coda. She
places my awkward palms
upon the
rosewood, guiding the unsure
attempt; me, attuned to electric guitars,
heavy drums,
afraid of something
so delicate. I’ve no talent here. Her laughter
~ Lauren Tivey
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