You play the piano, I listen—
notes slide off
your fingers
smooth as ambrosia,
dripping a symphony
or a ragtime song
into my senses
parched for so long.
Thirsting for the heady
intoxication to fill
my emptiness
I turn to see your
graceful form,
your dancing fingers,
mesmerized
the world slips away,
as drop by drop,
pure enchantment
shivers briefly
then sinks into
the deepest
tunnels of me.
© Neetu Malik
This poem was first published in The Australia Times Poetry Magazine.
Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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You play the piano, I listen— notes slide off your fingers smooth as ambrosia, dripping a symphony or a ragtime song into my senses parched for so long. Thirsting for the heady intoxication to fill my emptiness I turn to see your graceful form, your dancing fingers, mesmerized the world slips away, as drop […]
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You play the piano, I listen— notes slide off your fingers smooth as ambrosia, dripping a symphony or a ragtime song into my senses parched for so long. Thirsting for the heady intoxication to fill my emptiness I turn to see your graceful form, your dancing fingers, mesmerized the world slips away, as drop […]
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You play the piano, I listen— notes slide off your fingers smooth as ambrosia, dripping a symphony or a ragtime song into my senses parched for so long. Thirsting for the heady intoxication to fill my emptiness I turn to see your graceful form, your dancing fingers, mesmerized the world slips away, as drop […]
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You play the piano, I listen— notes slide off your fingers smooth as ambrosia, dripping a symphony or a ragtime song into my senses parched for so long. Thirsting for the heady intoxication to fill my emptiness I turn to see your graceful form, your dancing fingers, mesmerized the world slips away, as drop […]
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You play the piano, I listen— notes slide off your fingers smooth as ambrosia, dripping a symphony or a ragtime song into my senses parched for so long. Thirsting for the heady intoxication to fill my emptiness I turn to see your graceful form, your dancing fingers, mesmerized the world slips away, as drop […]
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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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