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Sunday, February 02, 2014

MAG 205 - O Beautiful Ache


Nails to ivory—
phalanges pushing
upward to balance
she stretches
her legs apart
teetering on freedoms wings.

Toes roll
across keys
some black
most white.

Tendons feel the strain
ligaments the refrain
muscles move to the sound
of pings—

not a song you’d recognize
but the impromptu
of happiness flowing—

stretched toes
move key to key
some black
most white.

Her feet have never
ached so beautifully
before.




Michael Allyn Wells


Mag 205

8 comments:

SK Waller said...

"...she stretches
her legs apart
teetering on freedoms wings."

I really like that!

Berowne said...

Dashing and innovative; well done.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Just wonderful and the first person to mention "phalanges" as I thought of doing (but didn't.) Bravo!!

Helena said...

That sounds like a fabulous impromptu to me!

Belva Rae Staples said...

Her feet have never
ached so beautifully
before.
That's a great line!

Tess Kincaid said...

Impromptu happiness the best...enjoyed this one Michael...

Cait O'Connor said...

not a song you’d recognize
but the impromptu
of happiness flowing—

stretched toes
move key to key
some black
most white.

Her feet have never
ached so beautifully
before.

I love this poem.

Unknown said...

The toes rolling and the feet aching filled me with such poetic fancy.