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3 April 2020 | NPM Poetry Webslam

April 3, 2020 By Annis Cassells

T H E   C A N A L
by Nelson Varon
 
In front, gigantic, water-tight doors,
Like a foreboding cliff fifty feet above us,   
Shroud the light from the mid-day sun.
                                                                               
Behind, duplicate solid steel monsters,  
Flaming rust creeping like spiders on their weathered surfaces,
Close imperceptibly to seal us within towering walls of concrete.
 
Slowly the water rises within our crypt-like enclosure
Elevating our impotent vessel to the level of the
Hulking mass before us as it resumes its journey westward.  

In addition to being a musician and a writer of song lyrics & poems, Nelson Varon was a NYC school teacher, the founder of Nelson Varon Organ Studios in NYC,       a published songwriter & author of PlayNow Method For All Organs. He wrote  feature articles for The Music Trades  magazine, and How to Open a Piano & Organ Store (a chapter in the industry publication, How To Open A Music Store) and the short story, Fixing Things.  He was also the founder, publisher & editor of The Music & Computer Educator magazine, and the founder of Kern Piano Mall, in Bakersfield.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: National Poetry Month, Poetry, WOK National Poetry Month WebSlam, Writers of Kern

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  1. Dianne says

    April 4, 2020 at 12:15 pm

    Very evocative of the first time I stood looking over a lock. I was six. Awed at the huge concrete cavern, the huge ship. Scary!

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