Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The Piano Comments

Rating: 4.2

Father burned the piano last night.
Ordered it out of the house under
The strain of a regiment of men.
Strong arms lifted the iron stung boards
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Shelley Hornsby
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Lawerence Mize 09 April 2017

Lot of hurt in this well written poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Chinedu Dike 24 February 2017

An usual blend of melancholy and nostalgia in a well articulated piece of poetry bristling with emotions. Good rendition of words to utmost justice. Beautiful poem nicely penned from the inner recesses of the heart. Thanks for sharing Shelley. Please have a look at my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.

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Poppy Miller 02 April 2016

I enjoyed this one Shelley. The same story could apply to me except that my mother is still alive but suffers from dementia and always wants to know what happened to her piano.

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Shelley Hornsby 12 July 2016

Thank you. My father had the piano destroyed because he couldn't bear to look at it anymore. My mother was always playing the piano but when my she was suddenly taken from us, it was too much for him.

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