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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
I saw a french horn earlier today Shining brightly, all silver and gold My fingers itched to pick it up And close to me the instrument hold Though I never touched the one I passed by earlier today My hands remember the cool metal And my lips the notes to play My eyes can picture the sheet music A map to unknown roads And my fingers long to dance Over the shiny keys so cold I could almost smell The oil and grease that's used And picture the bristles of the brush That keeps the mouth piece like new As I stared at that french horn I pushed back some bitter sweet tears It reminded me so much Of the one I gave up in the last few years Hard times hit us all And that was my sacrifice I gave up my key to music So I could keep living this life When forced to pick one or the other Starving my body or soul I sadly gave away my horn And bought food so my body'd grow The music that had been my life Danced sadly away on the wind And I tried to never look back On the day I gave away my friend I haven't quite made it to my feet The struggle continues still And though I haven't yet got it back I know someday I will I clenched my fists, took a deep breath Turned, and walked away Blinking back tears and memories When I saw a french horn earlier today With a little piece of tomorrow, You'll have to kiss yesterday goodbye. Because today won't last forever, And the past will only make you cry. |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
I have never been musically inclinded but your vivid description makes me feel like I've held the horn in my hands. It's sad to think that one has to give up something so important to keep life from eating them up. Touching poem. |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
I relate so much, you never know how much your really going to miss something untill u lose it There are enough colours in the world, To paint your own dreams, You won't get them, Till you try. |
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Jose Marti Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 374washing DC |
great poem, I'm sorry to hear that you had to sell your french horn, it must have been hard for you to give up the music, and starve your soul. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
BWA..your sacrifice was a great one indeed....but don't worry music is like swimming you never forget how to do it....you just splash around a bit when you return to it.....sometimes when you take a break all you've forgotten on your return is your bad musical habits I know you'll find a way of picking it up again...good luck...and give a little whistle Jon |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
BrokenWingedAngel~ So sad your little tune. I hope that someday you can again caress the music within the horn. You carry music in your soul and it will be there when you can hold that horn again. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
Thanks to all of you...It means a lot when someone replies to a topic I've posted...mostly cause the stuff I write about is all real...Not necessarily happening as I type, but has happened in the past...and writings a way to release some of the pent up emotions inside...And it's good to hear people say it's okay to be sad or things will get better... I have a real hard time opening up as much as I do in my poems to my closest friends irl, so thankyou again for all the kind things all of you have said about what I've posted. Always, Nicole Broken Winged Angel.< !signature--> With a little piece of tomorrow, You'll have to kiss yesterday goodbye. Because today won't last forever, And the past will only make you cry. [This message has been edited by Broken_Winged_Angel (edited 09-19-2000).] |
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