You pined away on me for days
Each word you chose meticulously
Poring over precise meanings
Pumping empathy into tone
A piano tuner with each note
Listening for off-pitch keys
You named me and played me
And then you submitted me
Days and months passed
No news, no sign; yet hope
I sat unattended and ignored
Missing your tender voice
I'd come home, you'd brag to friends
About how I made you proud
And then the letter came
I watched as you read the news
Another place, a different time
They said to try again- bullshit!
I am a neglected misfit
Go ahead and throw me away
But you still believed in me
You bathed me, trimmed me up
Matched and fit words to a tee
You told me you'd keep trying
To find a special spot deserving
Of my finesse, suavity...
And now I'm debonair, one day you'll see
@laurie kolp
Inspiration: We Write Poems, One Stop Poetry
10 comments:
Turning chicken **** into chicken salad is such a wonderful feeling. Great write about it as well.
To cut and trim... to make more beautiful. Difficult at times, like letting go of an old friend, to then be reunited at a later time.
Thanks... and, yes, it can be very difficult to cut and trim!
keep trying...
A piano tuner with each note
Listening for off-pitch keys...i love this..
nice...yes never give up and it is nice to have one to believe in you...
Oh, this is lovely! I especially love the first stanza - the image of the piano tuner is inspired. :)
I enjoyed the relationship between the poem and its writer!
Laurie, I like the structure of this, the way you've arranged the stanzas, an important idea in a poem about a poem. I especially like "But you still believed in me" following the contrast of "unattended and ignored" and "you'd brag to friends".
Richard
We work so hard to bring the little darling into the world. Sometimes it’s hard to dress them up for school because they looked so perfect as they were.
thank you for the {{smile}} ♥
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