Mom sent me to learn piano; I preferred guitar.
Why, if I wanted to travel ….., with a piano I couldn’t go far!
Besides a piano has so many keys AND petals too.
Why, compared to that, the strings of a guitar ….are but few.
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She closed the door twice! . Enjoyed your poem Bri. The things that inspire us in life are often unexpected. I wonder if it hadn't been for this tutor if you would have been playing the piano present day :)
A beautiful piece of poetry. I do believe you have the keys to success if not the petals. Pun intended. My favorite stanza: But I was only 13, and though I’d begun to shave, I was under my parents’ thumbs and had to behave. They wouldn’t share their cigarettes, or let me try wine, OR take on a date the girl, Lora, for whom I did pine.
The first stanza reminds of that classic comedy that features a man trying to play a cello in a marching band, and then morphs into something that makes me want to listen to J. Geils Band. Bri, this is poetry at its finest!
“Are YOU my teacher? ” I then asked, and my voice did crack. She said: “Yup. So please answer MY question. YOU are Zack? ” I swallowed and replied: “I think you’ve asked two now. Two questions, I mean. NO and YES”. (And I thought “Holy Cow! ”) The typical behaviour of a flustering, nervous young guy I wonder for how long the piano lessons did go! An entertaining anecdote from life, most of which I am sure is made up! :) :) A 10
A great insight to yourself as a 13 y old that brought a smile. Thank You
A typical teenage behaviour so wonderfully presented.Enjoyed reading this poem.