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Piano and Me

They were one
One continuous thing
Hands outstretched
Like spider webs
Moving joyously
Quick and nimble
Pressing black and white
Tickling my eardrums
Tapping my feet
Feet on pedals
Echoing 
You taught me how
Little legs dangling
Music notes 
Resembled splattered paint
Now that I’m solo
I still feel you
In the music
In the tones
But mostly in the echo

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M.I.A . Date: 12/30/2011 8:47:00 PM The love you feel for the instrument and music is tinkling like stars here but most of all, it is the memory that strikes the hardest notes and moved my heart! beautiful piece Liberty. Login to Reply Liberty Robbins Date: 1/1/2012 3:19:00 PM Thank you my darling one!

Michael Ellis Date: 12/29/2011 11:12:00 PM Well done liberty. What makes this poem successful is its non stop flow. The rhythm is never broken. Repetition of the word 'one' in line one and line two was a clever device. Line four opens with a simile. In line 8 and 9 use use alliteration. You extend the 'T' sound as far as 12. Little, legs more alliteration. The greatest gem in this poem is the slant rhyme of echo and solo. Its like a perfect landing at a gymnastic even. You write beautifully, Robin. I look forward to reading more of your work. Continue into the New Year. Michael Login to Reply Liberty Robbins Date: 12/29/2011 11:16:00 PM You've blown me away with your kindness and attention to detail. Your compliment means a lot to me. Thank you so very much!