Rhona Mcferran Poet Shadorma

Notes From a Neglected Piano

You used to
lovingly coax my
keys with your
melodies
flirt and tease so playfully
high-note hitting glee

We enjoyed
taking tunes apart
upside down
inside out
syncopated Beethoven
bobbidy-boo beats

No small feat
with shimmy and shake
boogie, blues
jazz and all
the razzmatazz I could take
late nights wide awake

You kept me
in good company
playing wild
playing loud
fiercely proud of the sounds we
would make all our own

But something
eventually
changed and our
songs became
sad and few, in shades of blue
slowly fading out

Dreary now
mahogany dull
no longer
loved, cared for
forlorn, faded wallflower
voicelessly, I grieve


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Another Shadorma form/ personification poem... What I *wish* my old piano thought of me.  In truth, I think the 'old girl' is RELIEVED not to be bothered by me anymore!! (Music is sadly not one of my talents.)

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Eric Cohen March 26, 2020 at 9:12 PM So, my best guess is that you are more talented musically than you say (judging by the "bobbidy boo beats" you mention). Even if you don't think so, maybe with encouragement you'll get back to tickling the keys. Its so soothing. I know because I am truly bad (not being modest) but still enjoy trying to play. You've got some real creative talent. Let 'er shine. Rhona Mcferran March 28, 2020 at 1:29 PM Aawww, thanks for the vote of confidence... but yes, I am really that bad! (I just liked the sound of "bobbidy boo beats"!) :D But, you're right- it's still fun to try to play even when the overall effect is pretty awful. ;) Thanks for the reminder... I think we all need some type of soothing diversion about now!

Michelle Faulkner April 12, 2019 at 1:10 PM So lonely and evocative, eloquently nostalgic, gracefully penned! Rhona Mcferran April 12, 2019 at 11:26 PM Thank you, Michelle- what a lovely compliment!! ;)

Caren Krutsinger March 30, 2019 at 4:44 AM In a way I feel your past is calling you to revive something musical, creative, or wonderful that you have forgotten you used to love to do. Maybe it is not playing the piano, but your muse is alive, and well, and ready to play, and I am so thankful you have written and posted new poems this week, my friend. She is too! This is a darling missive indeed. Rhona Mcferran March 30, 2019 at 11:28 PM Yes, you definitely got my mood from this piece... My muse is bouncing off the walls trying to get me doing SOMETHING (ANYTHING) creative right now! I tried to play, but I'm definitely not in a music mode (if I ever was)... so I guess I'll just keep writing! ;)