Ode to Liszt

Franz plays

and I create. Maybe

it’s not really Franz but

his songs, rhapsodies,

on a CD and I imagine

his hands flying, effortlessly

over ivory. Mine glide so

over canvas, splashed red.

He was under

the influence of a painter

and I

of a pianist.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

2 thoughts on “Ode to Liszt”

  1. Nochipa

    music and art each colour the other
    painting and listening and moving
    it’s an odd experience for all the right reasons of sensitivity
    because one gets to travel inside the musicians psyche
    and ones body moves in accordance to the notes
    I think shamanistic in experience eh
    but you don’t have to answer that I will just smile that’s cool for me
    I love red
    this part of the world turns red at night the sky and the sea
    same at dawn
    I enjoyed this work



  2. Jack,

    Thank you for you kind and wondering comments. I always enjoy what you say and I am thankful that you followed a path of poetic breadcrumbs through the cyber door of my hut.



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