Out Of Tune Poem by Amelie Ison

Out Of Tune

I'm not an artist by design,
Though I picked it for GCSE—
So where do my true loyalties lie?
What does my heart want me to be?
It sings a song of a different tune,
Though I forced it to play a sweet melody.
It wants to hear a heavy bass beat
Of harsh symphonies—
Something raw and compelling;
Is that who I want to be?
Sometimes I hear that sweet tune on the breeze
And I follow it like a moth drawn to a flame,
But it never ends well; the moth will get burnt
And I will taste the bitterness of poor creativity.
So I go back to humming and fiddling with the strings
Of my life guitar:
Trying to work out what tune is mine;
What the name is of the song
My heart always sings.

Monday, June 3, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: music,art,hate,affinity and love,true,heart,heart song,song,love and art,artistic work,guitar,sweet,harmony
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I did, in fact, take art GCSE, and I hated it. I wasn't bad (and I still draw the odd little sketch every now and then) but I just didn't like it very much. This poem is about finding your true calling. Art was just never the perfect thing for me and that's okay.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dennis Ryan 03 June 2024

Well done.

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