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Piano Lessons

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Mike
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0 posted 03-06-2000 04:51 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Mike

Thirty years have come and gone, since I graced the door,
Of small white house, just south of town, a mile or so or more,
I parked my car by once red barn, swallows in the eaves,
Walked up to the latticed porch, on path through fallen leaves.

Through unlocked door, I entered in, and stood in entry hall,
A braided rug, threadbare and worn, lone picture on the wall,
Was as if I'd never left, this house I'd grown to hate,
Each Saturday, at three o'clock, you'd best be never late.

I went into the music room, to gaze at her piano,
It seemed so small, keys black and white, damned creature of my sorrow,
Beside there sat, small rocking chair, white doily on the back,
Yellowed by the sands of time, still covered weathered crack.

I smelled the smell, remembered well, was clearly not the dust,
It was the smell of lived forever, the scent of old maid's must,
With one last gaze, I looked around, the small and tidy room,
Standing there in contemplation, in silence of a tomb.

Was time to go, I'd best be off, the funeral would be soon,
I'd told them all, that I'd be back, well before high noon,
I stopped a second at the door, as if I hoped to hear,
The tinkling of the ivory keys, the scales I'd grown to fear.

I never played piano well, I still don't to this day,
The only sound, a creaking door, as slowly walked away.



[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 03-06-2000).]
© Copyright 2000 Mike - All Rights Reserved
Martie
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1 posted 03-06-2000 05:05 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Tim, I can relate to this so well...I love playing the piano, but not the lessons I had or the teacher with bad breath.  I really like this poem's tenderness.
poetFemmeFatale
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2 posted 03-06-2000 05:24 PM       View Profile for poetFemmeFatale   Email poetFemmeFatale   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for poetFemmeFatale

I liked the *tender* humor you used here in describing her things...made me smile.    Ah...the piano - I play, but to me it is a release just like my poetry...Maybe you just need a few more lessons?      You really wrote a nice piece here to describe *the damned creature!*  LOL   BTW, I like the style you used in this...it's different.  Gives it that authentic *aged* mood you were wanting.  
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3 posted 03-06-2000 08:15 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Excellent writing, Mike! As always!!

Denise
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4 posted 03-06-2000 08:30 PM       View Profile for January Flowers   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for January Flowers

Ahhhh! The piano.
Another form of artistic release for many...
and for the rest, NOT.
I asked for a piano when I turned 12 (many moons ago).
Little did I know that with my gift,
came 7 years of dreaded lessons.
Sigh.
Loved your poem, Mike.  
Nan
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5 posted 03-07-2000 07:26 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

This is astounding, my friend...
You had me strolling through the rock formations that my sister and I used to pretend were our "house"... and wandering along that brook that we called "Clear Creek"... and visualizing the knotty pine walls and stone fireplace..... Hey - My brother still lives there - I think I'll go for a visit.....
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6 posted 03-07-2000 07:28 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Mike - oh- Mike~
You brought memories flooding back to the heart of this lady.

Visions of a mother saving her dimes so she could buy me a piano.  When she had enough we all loaded in dad's pick-up and drove to pick it up.  I can still remember the woman's face as mother paid her in dimes.

Guess the only difference is that I loved
my piano lessons and the teacher.

Seventeen years later I drove my own daughter to that very house for piano lessons from the daughter of my teacher.  Wow, talk about nostalgic !
You sure got me remembering a few great memories tonight!

Thank you so much for this flip through
the Rolodex of memories.
~*Marge*~



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7 posted 03-07-2000 10:27 PM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

Mike...this is so sad in its own right, but so well written as usual.
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8 posted 03-07-2000 10:29 PM       View Profile for Meadowmuse   Email Meadowmuse   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Meadowmuse's Home Page   View IP for Meadowmuse

This is what poetry is made of...memories, emotion, perceptions, creations...and so much more that you've pulled into and released from this treasure. Excellent writing, Mike...thank you.

~ Claire
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9 posted 03-07-2000 10:32 PM       View Profile for JamesMichael   Email JamesMichael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JamesMichael

A finely tuned tale.  I have often wondered how some made it thru those dreaded lessons.  As life is some would love it and some grow to despise those lessons.  James
Mike
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10 posted 03-08-2000 12:02 AM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Thank you all for the kind comments.  I truly think I have enjoyed the comments to this poem as much as any I have written.  (except for Martie's encounter with halitosis...lol)
Corinne
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11 posted 03-08-2000 12:33 AM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

This is such a sweet and haunting poem, Mike!

Your descriptive style is wonderful!

Corinne
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12 posted 03-09-2000 11:37 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

I always wanted to play the piano so much I never had sympathy for my friends complaining about their lessons... I was too envious! *G* This is wonderful, Mike... well done!
 
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