Barefoot in white slacks
and her husband's sweater,
she plays the piano most seriously,
bungling Mozart with a grimace
then a grin,
unnoticed upon her fingers.
The field from where her progeny
once thrived has withered,
grown voices and opinions
have fled the confines of the arena
like a tranquilized tiger,
Her foot depresses the pedals,
fingernails carelessly flit keys,
yet in her womb
a musician is conceived.
The house is no longer empty.
Half full with sound,
she nourishes herself.
Copyright © 2004
Michael Keshigian. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Bio: I am a performing musician
and collegiate educator in Boston. Recently, poems have been published
in the following journals: The Aurorean, Bellowing Ark, Red River
Review, Pegasus, Nanny Fanny, Hidden Oak, and Zillah, among others.
Three chapbooks have been published: Silent Poems and Dwindling
Knight by BoneWorld Publishing/ Translucent View by Four-Sep Publications.
I have been nominated for the 2003 Pushcart Prize.