One Poem by Marc Darnell

Recital For One

If I could have stood back and heard myself
play those subdued, tumbling notes on yellowed
and untuned ivory keys, constructing chord
and mellow discord, I might have found belief

in myself earlier.  All I knew was life
as a ten-year-old, never knowing how hard
it’d be years later to make music from words,
but it seemed easier then during those brief

summers of first poetic attempts.  Behind
me sat my tragically shy father with his
newspaper lowered, in what I saw as bliss,

liking something he heard.  Afraid to be kind,
his presence was his music to me, and this
made me love him more and judge him less.

 

Marc Darnell is a facilities tech and online tutor in Omaha NE, and has also been a phlebotomist, hotel supervisor, busboy, editorial assistant, farmhand, devout recluse, and incurable brooder — leading to near auto collisions. He received his MFA from the University of Iowa, and has published poems in The Lyric, Eclectic Muse, Skidrow Penthouse, Shot Glass Journal, The HyperTexts, Candelabrum, Quantum Leap, Aries, Ship of Fools, Open Minds Quarterly, The Fib Review, Verse-Virtual, Blue Unicorn, and The Pangolin Review among others.

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