Written for: Sunday Muse #97

I am weary,
of these concerts
that put a crimp
in my neck. No
disrespect intended
to Mr. Chopin,
however, I have
grown weary of
your music as well.
I wish to rebel, and
hit those keys like
Jerry Lee Lewis,
shake them up
a bit. No gown,
hair loose and flowing
down my back, perhaps
leggings and a long
sweater. That would
be better than this
constant weariness.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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About purplepeninportland
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
I was taught classically and always wanted to play popular songs. It feels good to break loose and play what you want.
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I wish I had been taught a musical instrument,
other than the “triangle” in grade school.
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Yes, I think she should do it. She could announce her intentions by flinging a leg up onto the keyboard, like Elton John and levitating with the groove……..smiles.
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I see that, Sherry! 😌
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Nicely shows the stress that she must be feeling. I agree with the leggings and sweater, my typical wardrobe “go-to”!
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Mine as well! Thanks, Christine.
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Jerry Lee Lewis it is! Love the rebellion and long for freedom your poem holds Sara. You should try learning an instrument now. Your never too old to learn something new that you love. 🤩
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I am tempted. Thanks, Carrie.
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This amused me no end. My first thought when I saw the photo was to wonder if her neck hurt, and now I know …. she was just weary of it all! Love this.
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Thanks, Bev!
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“hit those keys like
Jerry Lee Lewis,” — great, yes.
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Thanks, q!
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This was a long sigh at the end of a evening–a perfect evocation of effort and exhaustion.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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Come on over baby, whole lotta shakin goin on! Sometimes a girl just has to cut loose!
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You got it, Shay!
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Love your vibe …….
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Thanks, Helen!
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haha! i felt the faster beat take over and rock out!
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Thanks, Susan!
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I see plaid Bermuda shorts and a man’s long tailed shirt rolled to the elbows and a lot of shakin’ and bangin’ goin’ on. Ride that piano into the sunset girlfriend!
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Thanks, Toni. I like what you see!
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This is a feisty little poem using a feisty character. You did well, I like it. If she can play Chopin then she is able to play the lively more popular classics that rock.
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I just know she can!
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But of all the classical, Chopin is shorter and I really enjoy it. But, yes, variety is always good!
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Thanks, Margaret!
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Great poem! Love it!
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Thanks, Eugenia!
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