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| Magpie Tales |
always closed off
colored leaded window
piano stacked with books, canning jars
newspapers, seed catalogs
and sheet music
a five year old sitting there
propped on stool all straight and professional
hammering on those keys
studying the marks on the yellowed page
dreams are made of this
11 comments:
I can see your poem.
What a beautiful scene. Could it be you?
Hah! We must have the same piano, it sits collecting things dreaming of being played. Super effective!
Let's hope the dreams come true for you!
Nice. The yellow pages, and jars filled with paper packets of dried seeds.
So graphic, natural, real, yet lyrical too.
I have a co-worker whose son sat at
a piano at 5 years old and began to
play classical music. Where does that
prodigy talent come from, genetic
memory, past lives, a toilet seat?
Loved your poem.
Sweet dreams!
Everyone has to start somewhere...
A lovely glimps of a child's piano lesson.
This brings back memories, but ours was an upright, without canning jars.
A very nice read indeed.. Thank you for sharing this.. :)
I invite you to join our 18th potluck beginning this Sunday, Hope to see you at Http://www.jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
Week 18 Theme: Languages, Signs and Symbol. Poets , especially First Time Participants are also welcome to share old poems or poems unrelated to our theme..
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