This is becoming
quite boring. I could
be out eating worms.
Learned chopsticks
which should have
sufficed. But no,
they insisted on
that classic,
Für Elise,
and I’m just not
feeling it. Not my fault
that they cannot fly
nor is it my fault
that I cannot play?
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.
Quid pro quo isn’t it. O that pets could talk better.
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I can imagine their voices, and what they would say.
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I can see the predicament. Smiles. Good one, Sara.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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…but once Charlie “Bird” Parker took up the sax — he played his tail feathers off! 😉. I liked this Sara, very cooool… 🙂🐰🐣👍🏼🕊✌🏼🫶🏼
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Thanks, Rob!
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I like this, Sara.
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Thanks, Mike!
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This took me back to my childhood and suffering those boring piano lessons when I’d rather have been outside having fun! Nice one.
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Thanks, Keith!
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Any time music / musicians are included in a piece of poetry ~~~ I perk up! Well done.
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Thanks, Helen!
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Clever and such fun! Love this poem Sara! Wishing you a wonderful week my friend!
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Thanks, Carrie. 💜
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Ha….fur elise is not for every owl !
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Thanks, Rall! I happen to like it.
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That last sentence gives me a lot to ponder. Lovely, Sara!
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Thanks, Susi!
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