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The Old Piano

She sits lost in her even keel without a solitary sound without a note that you can steal a piano, bolted to the ground wallpaper secrets bona fide atop old keys restrained of spiel ancient solos, yesterday's chide with every broken note she peels her golden voice it aims to heal alas her fingers cannot play so as her heart begins to feel the piano gongs with no allay She hoped for better days ahead but piano sits without appeal tonality of aria now long dead she had the song, but not the feel. Jan. 22, 2020

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Eve Roper

Date: 1/23/2020 10:43:00 PM

Great description of the picture my friend, good luck in the contest. hugs

Silent One

Date: 1/22/2020 3:12:00 PM

Interesting and it made me think... How many are like that.... If we do not feel how do we express? Just like in poetry... Great poem my friend.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 1/22/2020 6:27:00 PM

I for one am glad my heart still feels Silent One, and I know yours does too, thank you for reading,

Rico Leffanta

Date: 1/22/2020 11:54:00 AM

Like most of us, you must have heard someone sing a song with absolutely no comprehension of the lyrics, like a piano student plays the notes with no understanding of tremor! Well done! Aloha! Rico

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 1/22/2020 6:27:00 PM

If it doesn't reach the heart it does not matter, well said Rico, thanks for stopping by,

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/22/2020 8:06:00 AM

Sad and you gave this story mood and texture. This hits all the right notes.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 1/22/2020 6:26:00 PM

Thank you Richard, Good to see you on my page, glad you enjoyed the piano and the singer.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 1/22/2020 7:37:00 AM

The old piano gave voice to her in your poem--sad but real life.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 1/22/2020 6:25:00 PM

Yes Vijay, a loyal piano standing at her side, absorbing all her feelings and unsung songs. Thank you for reading my poetry,

Jan Allison

Date: 1/22/2020 3:47:00 AM

what a melancholy poem Pixie, made me think of someone with dementia:-( hugs Jan xx

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 1/22/2020 6:25:00 PM

Yes often the luminous years of our life can be diminished through loss of memory, Its the most prized possession we own dear Jan, Thanks for reading.