The sounds of my emotions press
upon the atmosphere with noise
my voice sings each note, aroused,
by the hands that caress me lovingly.
My mood changes with every person
a conundrum to those not used to me
yet still I dance and weave my patterns
flirting or grieving with the riddle maker.
I exist to be played, used or loved
ressurected by those who touch me
in the memory of each key
I hold the history of a thousand hearts.
Author notes
A - m u s e - i n - w r i t e r
A-muse-in-writer: I want you to personify an inanimate object. It doesn't necessarily need to be from the object's POV, but it needs to be used in that way.
Oh and just for the amusement of your statement *tosses severed foot at you* - I imagine that would get anyones attention 
A contest entry
- Round THREE: The Final Challenge by pathetique..
2100 points, ended December 5, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
What did you think?
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Wow, friend. This is truely lovely. I am, as always, amazed by your emotion, your words, your mind. Its an interesting poem to think on.
*dodges the severed foot, looks at it* Huh. nice. *throws her computer mouse at you -
Most original write, nephew..Glad to be back to read, and see how you are with your writing....A very skilled and creative penning here!
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This is absolutely amazing! I love it! If there was a button to put 5+ applause, this would definitely get it. Kudos!
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Ahh.. the way an instrument must feel in the different hands of the musicians. Thought this was fantastic!
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My Dearest Little Brother,
This is just fantastic! I love your take on the prompt!! Great job!!! I almost felt like this was for me personally, even though it is about an inantimate object, that takes real talent!! Great work!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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