Caroline Misner

Piano Lesson

The round notes eat these humble associations,
their clangor rising in off-key mist
like the voices of tired old women in hats
of straw, improbable in their perfection.

The metronome claps its steady thunder
into the sunbeam threaded through lace;
the cuneiform of notes are gouged 
like dead black worms upon the page;

these symbols mean less to me 
than the temple engravings of Babylon,
a language I could never comprehend.
Little tongues of music float

like pink balloons, funneling assertions
through hollows in the air; each quivering
finger fumbles for each note, the keys
gleam back like broken teeth, shadowy smiles.

Melodies meld into the hours, laughter
echoes with each reverberation; love 
is music, like everything else,
but I could never get it right.

Greetings one and all and welcome to my brand new website!  Please bear with me  portraitI work on filling its pages with news and musings. Being technologically challenged, it may take a while to work out some of the glitches and I hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.  In the meantime, please feel free to browse through the archives and have a look at some of my work.  I've been writing poetry ever since I could remember and I've decided to include a section of Juvenilia in the archives.  Most of the poems listed there were written in my early teens and many of them are just plain awful!  But a few gems do stand out and I hope you enjoy them.  Also, if you would like to know more about me and the work I do, please feel free to click on "About".  There I have posted a brief biography of myself.  I'm not trying to be falsely modest, but I really loathe bragging about myself.  I feel an author's work should stand on its own merits and where an author was born or where she lives or what she eats for breakfast are completely irrelevant.

I would also be remiss if I didn't included a big Thank You! to my oldest son, Kevin, who with a friend designed this website for me and programmed it so that even I could manage it.  And another big Thank You! goes to my dear father Jan Kurz, who was in on it the whole time and provided the stunning photography behind the text of the daily poem.  And another big Thank You! goes out to all the editors, publishers and fellow writers who have supported me and my work over the years and gave me a chance when I needed it, including a Journey Prize nomination and two Pushcart Prize nominations!

"...And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt."
--Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)