My New Favorite Class

This semester I'm taking a Creative Writing class, which I think I mentioned in my last post. It's every Tuesday night from 5-7:30 and most of the class is spent work-shopping manuscripts from the students that were sent around the Friday before. So, I was one of the volunteers to submit work for the first week! We could write 3-4 poems, a short story, or a personal essay. Since poetry's kind of my thing, I wrote a new poem, and submitted 2 other semi-recent ones, which he said was ok since we only 3 days' notice. I wanted to share my new poem here, so enjoy :)

Opus

His fingers touch

The ivory keys.

Caressing,

Familiar, yet

Somehow new.

His head bows as he

Breathes,

An aching moment

Before the first hammer

Strikes

The strings.

Like water, like light,

A tumbling melody

Streams

Through his fingertips.

The ivories

Dance,

Laugh,

Cry—

Vibrations hanging in the

Listening air.

His eyes closed tight,

Harrowed soul laid

Bare,

He rises, turns

And takes his bow

To the applause heard

In his head.