Weeping 89th Key
Walking through experience past,
arpeggios of reality run past me,
carrying tomorrow's consciousness
like flowers yet to bloom,
priming my senses,
exciting my heart,
preparing another sunrise,
letting me know once again
light of white beckons one follow,
mindful the mountain ranges of black
carry life's half-steps toward tomorrow,
merging dissonance with harmony,
conflict to resolve.
How sad,
this 89th key weeping,
wanting only inclusion.
I like the black keys being mountain ranges, for they deliver minor notes of haunting beauty. You have given this poem a unique idea of the ‘89th key,’ and assigned to it the importance of ‘something exceptionally ‘beyond.’ “light of white beckons one follow’ fills in the yang of the black keys’ yin and folds up this measure of emotion up and down the scale. Fresh conveyance, Odin. ~~ djl
We have to get beyond the box of the ordinary, the 88 keys, reach that new level achieved by anyone else before.
Keep trying. You never know when you will make it. Neither will I.
Ron