Reluctant Child Prodigy

Written for:  Sunday Muse #163



You see me, hear me,
think my eyes are closed
to better concentrate
and feel this lovely
music.  Oh yes, I am
a child prodigy, not
not a choice made by me.  
In my mind I see kids 
my age playing sports, 
hanging out at someone's house
listening to all kinds
of music.  Always, I hear
their laughter.  This
instrument has become
my ball and chain.  When
I could play when and where
I wanted, I had a normal
life.  Now that is stifled,
and you cannot get time
back.  You see me, hear
me, but there is another
behind closed eyes.

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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.
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24 Responses to Reluctant Child Prodigy

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    This is probably a truth many a prodigy has lived and felt. Heart felt and wise take on the image Sara!

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  2. Gillena Cox says:

    Oh the longing to be just another kid in the hood…NICE

    “You see me, hear
    me, but there is another
    behind closed eyes.”

    Much💛love

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  3. wyndolynne says:

    Heartbreaking.

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  4. qbit says:

    A more frequent story than we are often told.

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  5. Helen Dehner says:

    Sara, this is terrific writing! One of my best friends growing up was a prodigy …. and perpetually sad.

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  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    This implies a sad story behind the closed eyes, and no doubt the cello tells it well.

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  7. Sunita Prasad says:

    Very true. What a coincidence, Today morning I was watching a few videos on youtube about a child prodigy Soborban Isaac Barii,who is a physics professor at the age of 9. This poem echoes the same woes of that little genius.

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  8. writingwhatnots says:

    How true – all the audience sees and hears is the performance.

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  9. Syl says:

    Straight to what it’s all about for many children.
    Good she still is in touch with her inner self.

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  10. Susie Clevenger says:

    I feel you have captured a moment in every child’s mind when they are in the throes of needed practice.

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  11. very keen. like you i saw something quite similar in that image in regard to feelings of being somehow restrained, chained to something not quite their own. enjoyed your poem, very well written

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  12. jazzytower says:

    Such a sad thing, feels like a robbed childhood. Nice take Sara.

    Pat

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