poetry critical

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Random Poem:

bruised keyboard
shhhh

My key board has turned soft.
 1
Like bruised skin,
 2
Like overripe grapes,
 3
Like my grandmother’s cheeks.
 4
 
 
My fingers feel the words,
 5
The elegance of the L,
 6
I try the O on for size, on my heart-hand,
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I get stuck in the throat of the V,
 8
The E is the end of me.
 9
 
 
Your name has sharp ends,
 10
It is deceivingly tangible,
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But slips away, to stand on its own.
 12
One of those names,
 13
That inspire word games.
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My keyboard resembles
 15
A piano that survived
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The rural blues of the 1930’s.
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The Blues of the Depression
 18
Has worn the hammers,
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And the chords are hoarse
 20
From the passion of Gospel.
 21
 
 
Fingers, still feeling
 22
For words,
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As the sonata comes over me,
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And I know, that the body
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Is really made of tears.
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And there is nothing in this world,
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Nothing solid enough, strong enough,
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To withstand the sound of the moonlight,
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And the words are a blur,
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As my fingers are weeping,
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In the silence after the midnight sonata.
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