The Piano

Title poem from my book "The Piano & Other Poems". This is a poem about growing up, growing older, and how nothing in life stays the same... No matter how bad we may want it to.

My mother’s piano �"

its keys like smashed-in teeth,
sits silent in the parlor
rank with childhood memories...

It smelled like the 60’s.
It sounded like God.

I find its antiquity shocking,
its folding, bowing legs
a grave prophecy...

as it rots
in my parents’ old
double wide.

No more little girl
and no more little boy

running little fingers
up and down
rows of keys;
some black, some
whiter than purity.

No.

No more.

Nothing is virgin, nothing
is sacred here.

So long,
age of innocence!

There is
just no stopping this...

F*****g insignificance.

My mother’s piano �"

its keys like smashed-in teeth,
sits silent in the parlor
rank with childhood memories...

My mother’s piano
lost its youthful soul �"

Seething with schizophrenic tendencies
and wanton lust for Rock ‘n Roll...

Rock 'n Roll.

Rock 'n Roll.

Reviews

[Marc]

Very artistic - paints a clear scene and draws the reader close to experience it. Great write!

[Star]

I love this poem..it s groovy baby!! It moved me and kept me wanting to read more.....

[MAC]

WOW...Adam this is amazing! I have been gone too long because I forgot how talented you are!

[LostInThis]

This expresses the changes of the past and the growth of the writer very well. I like how the poem goes through, pointing out the desecration of the past and then swiftly moves on to a new genre of music, showing that the childhood memories are not only about the piano itself but are also about the music it once played.
Also, rock music tends to be a lot less "innocent" than piano music. :)

Well written!

[Adam McWhorter]

Wow. Thanks luciddreamer. I needed a little confidence booster today... That was awesome :)

[luciddreamer]

Oh I am definately a fan of yours now....oh my gosh what a write...tears are welling up in my eyes...
Peace
Robin

[Charles]

My mother's piano haunts my memories and my regrets for never taking her learning to heart. Thanks for the memory lane.