A Puccini dream

A Puccini dream long poem

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A Steinway upright corners
my grandmother’s parlor.
As a boy I hid there and
fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap.

The notes awoke,
bearing the boy across
land and sea to the shore
of an Italian lake where
a man with a shotgun
stared down at slain ducks.

Giacomo Puccini wore
boots and hunting pants.
His moustache dripped
the memory of rain
as blood salted the lake.

The boy felt the music
coursing through him
and stared at the ducks,
displayed like crimson
speckled piano keys.

Fishing boats trawled the lake
and a watchtower flashed
gold as the sun crept
over the mountains,
warming the vineyards
and wafting from the hills
a scent of thyme.

The boy could not fathom
the language of the music
yet he felt the plea
and turned to Puccini.
“What are they singing?”

“Nessun dorma.
“No one shall sleep.”

The boy watched the wind
ruffling wings and asked
“Why am I here?”

“The notes,” said Puccini.
“They make a bridge.”

The boy wept
with the music
and for the ducks.
“Why kill them?”

Puccini turned
to the tower,
now his home.
“To flee ghosts
and measures
begging for notes.”

The music lifted
the boy again until
man and lake and ducks
faded as the dream died
in an eddy of notes
behind the piano.

Now I scan every stage
for a Steinway.

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I was a nominee in 2006 for Oklahoma Poet Laureate. I've been published in ten literary journals and have four published novels at SynergeBooks.com. My photos have been published in The Oklahoman and Norman Living.I am a retired creative person, with poetry and photography heading the list. As a 30-year cancer survivor, I enjoy volunteering at hospice and encouraging cancer victims. I am blessed with family and friends. I'm a free life member of Weight Watchers. I'm also a member of Delta Upsilon fraternity at the University of Oklahoma, from which I received undergraduate and graduate degrees.
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This was a wonderful mix of nostalgia and present and for me , more. Remembering my dads 33 rmp on Sunday afternoons play Caruso, Mario Lanza Robson and more. .Puccini was one favourite.



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