Corinne Curcio Poet Rhyme

Object Lesson

This room is filled with objects
Many more than I need
All of them inanimate
Or so it's been decreed 

Longing for my fingers
Piano sits untouched
Hoping that I will deign
To disturb the lingering dust 

My heart is tempestuous 
The Walls wail their indignation
As I button my Coat of Discontent
And pray for inspiration 

I turn my head and plead 
To demigod - Clock of Hours
While Vase waits patiently
For moist, fragrant flowers 

But Computer Screen implores: 
"Please write for us a poem
So others of your kind will know 
That they are not alone"

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Daver Austin February 2, 2009 at 2:56 PM You are not alone. I just go ahead and write anyway, get about one out of ten decent poems. I used to practice the violin for hours and hours trying to get a piece perfect...never made it...so with poetry. I lke your style and your honesty, AND your ability. Love, daver

Debbie Guzzi January 22, 2009 at 3:01 PM Verse two & three are stunning. Very forced last line. I'd drop the last verse entirely. Love Debbie

Constance La France January 14, 2009 at 4:07 PM This poem is wonderful.. your words gripping.. many times I too have waited for inspiration to come.. to move me.. Constance