Treasure Island

Savita Tyagi


A Piano


Sometime I wish I had a piano
In a long list of wishes may be another addition
Or if my pen was a piano key
On lazy afternoons of summer
When touched softly
Its music would break the silence of this room
The languid humming of air conditioner
Would mellow in its sweet sound
The colors esoteric in nature
Ascending through air reaching to empyrean
Would shower upon me in sweet paean
I do laugh at the idea though
That sounds so perfect in phantasmagoria
The trill coming out of the keys
Would probably be as smudged and muddled
As the writing coming out of this pen
Backed only with a dull desire or inclination to write
When would I realize that the pen or the piano key
Both are substitute for my inability
To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.

Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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  • Patricia Grantham (8/2/2014 10:26:00 AM)

    Whether it's the pen or the piano both resonates with sounds
    and thoughts that comes from the innermost being. You have
    captured both in your write. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (7/7/2014 12:34:00 AM)

    WOW' Savita - though you feel that the piano may be a substitute only, but still I love your phantasmagoria (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (5/26/2014 11:21:00 PM)

    You are not merely a soul which does need a pen or a piano key. You have a heart and a brain. You have emotions and sentiments. Your emotions and sentiments have an instinctive desire of expression. Your pen and the key of a piano are devices of expression. God has given you a powerful and beautiful pen, go on expressing yourself. The present poem is also a beautiful expression of your feeling. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (12/24/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    You have played the chords of my inner piano with your poetry, you can never be silent! Enjoyed this poem very much. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/7/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Never let your pen dry up or your piano remain silent! Inspite of minor smudges and occasional discordant notes, you are gifted to elate others with your rhymes and rendition! Your poem touches the inner chords! (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (7/27/2012 4:49:00 AM)

    Both serious and humorous. I think most writers reading their work
    see smudges. Best never to judge ones own poem.
    Good write, no smudges or muddles here. (Report) Reply

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