Sheila E. Murphy
As if to Tempt the Diatonic Marvel from the Ivory
She played a Weber parlor grand into the summer insect night. Strobe dance splattered the plain ceiling, as screen sifted the mood of after light. How simply chords would swell, as if a metronome beneath her clothing touched her arms that kept her staging sound. Anything seems anything when fastened to afar. The lamination of eternity and its constant wake. She sheltered how the music was into the ear canals of many. Any newfound morning thought foretold in situ. As the mind regained the heart. Inseparable love nest made disordered via rule of law. Those lovely flaws.
Centerfold of purity, a melody located accidentally, an immediacy of lovely fire
About the writer:
Sheila E. Murphy, Ph.D, is an American text and visual poet who has been actively publishing since 1978. She is the recipient of The Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J (Green Integer Press, 2003). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona.
Image: Image 1 by Sheila E. Murphy.
