I listened
to the broken melodies
that played themselves
on untuned grand pianos,
dripping with want.
His fingers skimmed the keys,
mirroring the ivory
in color and texture,
and he dreamed
what it would be like, to be human again.
Author notes
Prompt 2
A contest entry
- 3 option quickie. by blue-and-eggshell.
780 points, ended March 10, 2009, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Deep, i'm in love with it!
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I love the theme of this. Your title is wonderful. And I love the word 'skimmed'. Beautiful.
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last line left me shivering...
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Elegant, elegant beauty from your pen!
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Woah.. absolutley gorgeous. Amazing imagery. very well done.
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gorgeous write...even though i can't hear, but your words did. good luck.
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AMAzING!
i love this, its just wowzers....i shouldnt enter now, hahaha.
im glad you entered! good luck
Stephanie ♥
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You better enter, or Cassie isn't going to be the only one who gets a talking to from Mr. Crowbar.
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haha, oh dear hy is she getting a talking from him
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She said her poetry sucks.
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what! pft, yeah lets go beat her.lol
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That's what Mr. Crowbar is for.
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i think i like mr. crowbar
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