This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2012-01-18 17:03:13 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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On a Piano Bench in Sunlight

                                between the G and the D notes I met you.                                 in that space within the span of a hand,                                 I saw nothing, I heard nothing                                 (though the fading G was a ghost wanting to stay),                                 but in that universe everything came and went,                                 unannounced, unspoken, unidentified,                                 without the distinction that brings decay,                                 the delineation that braces for damage.                                  between the G and the D keys, beads on a Rosary,                                 I sat in the warm sun with a friend whom I had known                                  before the cries resounded in the furrowed field,                                 and I knew what it means, the rich man and the eye of a needle,                                 the world’s gain, the line of silos and the wheat forever uneaten,                                 and I wanted none of it anymore.                                 in that space within the span of a hand,                                 between the chords of distinction.                                 on a piano bench in the sunlight.  

Copyright © January 2012 Mark Steven Scheffer

This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2012-02-06 19:38:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
MSS What IS this hideously subjective business? It's a JCH quote, it's a mug's game. I'm so stuck on "I was there", it's not even funny. MAH

This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-01-28 16:46:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hello, Mark. I think this is awesome! It is thought provoking, and for this reader, a well of memories. It was the title that caught my attention. I wasnt the least bit dissapointed for taking it of the 'back shelf' to read it. Its my favorite style. Ellen
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-01-28 11:52:56
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Ok, my fine feathered poet- in this piece I am assuming- it is what I see with an extensive socio-politico-religioso undertones or metaphor. Of course, as I often err in deciphering the masterpiece that is your craft; I could be wrong. Of course the impact of the title is enough to make me adore this piece. I compose both on guitar and on piano/keyboard- so the break of the notes is of interest to me. The dedication of the construct; that of “you” makes the piece a musical inspiration or image of a third person. There too, I understand the mentality of a musical piece written in the timbre of another. In G Major, between G and D is the note B (assuming the major). Although later in maudlin recollection that note might slip to Bb and echo a minor- another (for a peculiarity of personality) one might place the G F D (G2) that adds that unique flavor- anyway; it is fun to look at the creation. What of the penance? That of the Rosary (or the comfort as well) or the human condition; of rich man / poor man or just the issued contemplation of everything as one sits in (whatever one’s mood is) in the sun, tinkling on the keyboard and letting the resonance merge with the mood? Maybe there’s no metaphor at all, other than the culmination of thought and sound. Maybe its just nice to wind down and let the mind do what the mind does. Whether melancholy or buoyant there is the place one can go that feels for the moment, at home. I find the G Major and G2 my go to. But I am very comfortable with Gm- there are times that she reaches places nobody else can see.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Kimberly D Rowe-Van Allen On Date: 2012-01-20 16:21:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
Mark, Again another thought provoking piece. I love music and tried to learn to play the piano when younger, but quit when I couldn't quite master "Home on the Range." I like this portion very much.. "I sat in the warm sun with a friend whom I had known before the cries resounded in the furrowed field, and I knew what it means, the rich man and the eye of a needle, the world’s gain, the line of silos and the wheat forever uneaten, and I wanted none of it anymore." Makes me think of time in the sun, with a special friend is worth more than all the world or anything we can imagine...that is what I take away from it anyway. Curious to see if I am on the mark, Mark? LOL Thanks for sharing! Kim
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2012-01-19 19:52:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Mark, I don't know why, nor does it matter that I do....... but you filled my cup to over flowing. I am so very pleased with you! I feel so much has happened or changed or that you finally 'show' it is cause for a rainbow to come. I would be so glad to sit on the bench in the sun with YOU. Dellena
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