Wednesday, March 8, 2017

DMC: "Ode to a Piano" by Lana Wayne Koehler




ODE TO A PIANO

It was love at first sight: Watching fingers tickle the ivories as
the sound tickles my ears;
Tasting joy,
While the fragrance of the music
Lingers, waiting to embrace 
Me. 

© 2017 Lana Wayne Koehler. All rights reserved.


Helen Frost has challenged us to write an ode poem this month, following these instructions:
Choose an object (a seashell, a hairbrush, a bird nest, a rolling pin). It should not be anything symbolic (such as a doll, a wedding ring, or a flag). Write five lines about the object, using a different sense in each line (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell). Then ask the object a question, listen for its answer, and write the question, the answer, or both.
Click HERE to read her sample poem, "Ode to a River."

Post your poem on our March 2017 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, March 31st, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her latest novel-in-poems from Farrar, Straus, and Giroux/Macmillan:






14 comments:

  1. Mmmmm... love that lingering musical fragrance! Thanks for your delicious poem, Lana.

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  2. I love the "the fragrance of the music" and the embrace at the end. Delicious!

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    1. Thanks, Brenda! I love that musical embrace, too!

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  3. You've used new looks at the senses in this. I love the fragrances too, but also that double use of "tickles". That's clever!

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  4. You make me wish I could play. Great work, Lana.

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    1. Thank you, David. I've played the piano since I was seven!

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  5. I never understood lingering music until my kids started playing....I love the linger of the music as my son gets better and better. Nice ode.

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  6. Brings up good memories.
    And this poem evokes ab unusual connection - music fragrance.
    Very inventive, Lana Koehler.
    Hope to see more of your work.

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  7. Your poem flows one delicious, musical, thought into the next, lovely!

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