Not budging. There is nothing
familiar around me
anymore. You have taken
it all, sold it all. No
matter where we have to live,
I must have this piano
with me. If you take it
away, you will be lessening
my sanity. I can call
any place home, if I have
my music to escape into,
and block out all
our misfortunes. Not
budging.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
Love the determination and the way the word “familiar” made the image seem to be of the spirit of the piano while the poem made the piano the familiar.
I am attached to my guitar in a similar way and also my laptop, actually. Lovely piece, PPP!
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Thanks, M Jay!
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Nice one Sara
Have a good Sunday
much❤love
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Thanks, Gillena! Enjoy yours as well. 💜💜
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Love the determination and the way the word “familiar” made the image seem to be of the spirit of the piano while the poem made the piano the familiar.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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Music does sooth the soul! Love this Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Fits perfectly 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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I hope they find a way.
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It’s nice to think they will.
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