Not Quite Piano Piano
Not Quite Piano Piano
We listen to Lang Lang who milks
(almost amusingly)
the pauses,
then go out to look
at Mars,
its brightness tipped with red
in the blue night.
A plane seems almost
to fly into it and you joke about seeing
Martians, your arm in the sling, recovering,
as tree frogs sing of Spring (almost
amusingly), and I wonder why it is
we do not make a hymn
to every single
given moment.
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A draft draft incidental poem for Real Toads Open Platform. Process notes: Lang Lang is a celebrated and very skilled pianist — a great showman. Tree frogs are excessively loud, while the term piano refers to softness in volume.
The painting above is by my husband, Jason Martin, and was used in the cover of my poetry book, Going on Somewhere. (This copy is a bit purply–sorry, Jay.)
Hope all well for all.
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ManicDDaily 
May 25, 2016 at 9:40 pm
Ah, I really like these homey, hymn-worthy moments you’ve painted here, K!
May 25, 2016 at 9:52 pm
The Moon and Mars do strange things to us. Mars is especially bright right now due to its opposition to the Sun being fairly in line with Earth. I like your realistic view of Mars followed by the revelation of dreams and wishes of what one would like to happen.
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May 25, 2016 at 10:31 pm
Jason’s picture of the opened wall view of the Moon is quite nice. It reminds me of Van Gogh’s scenes that he painted from St. Remy while hospitalized. We stayed there for a week back when.
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/04/biscuit-biscuit-while-staying-at.html
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May 26, 2016 at 7:13 am
This is the kind of hymn you speak of…a brief witnessing of the beauty and variety and mystery of the world(s) around us. Almost a ‘mood’ piece that captures moment to moment reflections. And, yes, as you note, those country frogs are cacophonous!
Steve K
May 26, 2016 at 8:41 am
Thanks so much, Steve. This is a completely unedited poem, and I feel I should maybe have made more of it, or made it clearer or a different title, and then just decided to let it be. Thank you for your kind comment. If someone has not heard the tree frogs they can’t imagine it. And Lang lang does bang a bit! k.
May 26, 2016 at 11:24 am
Beautiful! yes, every moment such as this deserves its poem, even if it is internalized.
May 26, 2016 at 11:34 am
Thank you, Kerry. Sorry to have been so absent of late. k.
May 26, 2016 at 3:20 pm
Your poem made me feel well wrapped-up and cosy. 🙂
Greetings from London.
May 26, 2016 at 6:19 pm
It sounds like it would be such a lovely song/music!
May 27, 2016 at 8:01 am
Sometimes the moment is all we have, with all its flavors of times present and times gone, its fragrances of mind and earth, its sounds piano-ed away into the background, yet part of everything. Lovely poem, k.
May 27, 2016 at 8:18 am
Loving the tree frogs singing in spring – ace 😀