Heyday

"stuck with emotions"

    

Heyday

She violently pulled out the case and flung it open. She then pulled out her great grandfather’s cello and began playing it. Her anger began to gradually subside as she tore the bow across its strings creating a screechy noise. The instrument was hers to call but not hers to keep. It was one of the first ever made; hence in the museum. A beautiful melody she played thus cooling herself, tossed a coin and caught it midway. Heads! She paused, got up, and then smashed the cello onto the wall. If she can’t keep it so can’t the museum.

Ahena MK  

                

                 

Reviews

[Saddam]

Heads! She paused, got up, and then smashed the cello onto the wall. If she can’t keep it so can’t the museum.

LOVELY....AN GREAT PIECE. LOVE THAT ONE.

[Ahena MK]

Glad you liked it ... ;)

[mahima]

If she can't keep it so can't the museum. Loved this line ahena.

[Ahena MK]

Mahima !!!!!!!
I know ....
Thank you ... ;)
Ahena

[mahima]

Your welcome.......

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

the speaker's anger and bitterness very much permeates this poem. Very interesting concept you have here. I'm reminded of Harvey Dent in the Dark Knight making decisions by a coin flip

[Ahena MK]

Oh cool.... Glad you liked it ... ;)

[Leslie Philibert]

Unusual prose poem...like the idea

[Ahena MK]

glad you liked it !!

[writ rajat]

Very interesting poetry Ahena .Full of intense emotions :)Wow, strong emotions here, nice imagery...! Great read Ahena...sounds like somebody I used to know. ;-)"The instrument was hers to call but not hers to keep. It was one of the first ever made; hence in the museum. A beautiful melody she played thus cooling herself,"

This was unique and wonderful. If we can't keep things or use them then what is the use of keeping
them on shelves and museums. BravoShe violently pulled out the case and flung it open. She then pulled out her great grandfather’s cello and began playing it. Her anger began to gradually subside as she tore the bow across its strings creating a screechy noise. The instrument was hers to call but not hers to keep. It was one of the first ever made; hence in the museum. A beautiful melody she played thus cooling herself, tossed a coin and caught it midway. Heads! She paused, got up, and then smashed the cello onto the wall. If she can’t keep it so can’t the museum.

[Ahena MK]

glad you liked it.... thanks for reading .... :)

[writ rajat]

you are always welcome

[Vidya Bacchus]

Very interesting poetry Ahena .Full of intense emotions :)

[Ahena MK]

thank you !!

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Frieda P]

Wow, strong emotions here, nice imagery...! Great read Ahena...sounds like somebody I used to know. ;-)

[Ahena MK]

cool... and creepy ... thanks for reading !!!

[Sami Khalil]

"The instrument was hers to call but not hers to keep. It was one of the first ever made; hence in the museum. A beautiful melody she played thus cooling herself,"

This was unique and wonderful. If we can't keep things or use them then what is the use of keeping them on shelves and museums. Bravo

[Ahena MK]

glad you liked it ...... :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..........................