Sail

Sail

A Poem by Shalini R
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My grandpa used to play piano.

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I trace the place

Where his fingers once sailed

A glided ship on ivory seas

Upon the water of meter and time.

There is dust, sand

Still holding the keys close.

My fingerprints carve where

His once carved

Through the soft grime.

My music will never

be as Authentic as his.

 

© 2008 Shalini R


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What a loving dedication to a man you obviously miss and feel strongly about. To sit at a piano and almost feel his arms around you as you play - that is so loving. Your words are few but so well chosen to tell such a fine story of love here.

Kath

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice mix of sea and music. All blends into one, really. I wonder if you meant gilded instead of glided. It would make more sense. I can almost hear the sand crunching between notes. I love the idea of fingers sailing. Makes granpa into a romantic voyager, a distant sailor of time and space, which I'm sure that he was.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a lovely tribute to a man obviously missed. Very nice write!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is the stuff poetry's all about. It was a joy reading your poem. Unlike so many other poems, you capture a plethora of emotion with great eloquence and poise.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such a lovely tribute to your Grandfather. The last stanza is heartbreaking. I do like that the title was so misleading, you turned it on its head and made an amazing compairison. This is a lovely way to pay respects to a man you obviously loved.

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow...I like how you portrayed such different "hobbies" into the main one.I play the piano,and there's really only one reason I still play,and that's because my grandma used to love to hear me plat all the time.I really like this.It kind of...Speaks to me I guess you can say.

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This was alright, it didn't really speak much to me. That is probably because I am not very close to mine, but I'm sure this would mean a lot to those that lost their grandfather as you have.

I am sorry he died, I'm sure he would have loved this.

-Bryce

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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This was a beautiful piece to ur grandfather....im sorry to hear about ur loss.....

Love how u take an organ to a complete different dimension...twas very creative and made it even more beautiful.


x,
O!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.I.P. to your grandfather....I wish I loved my grandfather. great piece....I'm sure he will love it.

Posted 17 Years Ago


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