The Piano

Rotted wood with faded designs along the sides, the piano makes a tattered sound,

The home it belonged to is gone, it now lies in this barren wasteland,

But hope seems to radiate out of the cold keys that my fingers pound.

Author's Note

This is a short poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class.

Reviews

[Melinda Weber]

I guess in a way, this piano could refer to loving someone after love broke them before.... nice poem, good write :)

[Darksummerswind]

To Oceanfire

I think that it's a tercet. Sorry if I can't remember. XP

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

I love pianos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is pretty great for a such a short poem. I write many short haikus, but the form of this poem is different. Does it have a specific name, or is it uniquely your own?

[Alewis]

i hope you got a good grade on this poem because this was short but powerfull great job :)

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aww poor piano how cruel the feeling is to once have a beauty yet it all taken away to be left as shattered hoping somone would at least press a key. :) great short poem!

[Ace D Portgas]

Hmm what I got from this is a Piano out in a dump and there was someone who was out wandering looking for something and came across the Piano and he/she was talented and gave it a try...The Piano worked so I'm guessing the person took it back home...Like they say another person's trash is another person's treasure.

Other than that it struck me as deep...Nice and short but had meaning behind it...Enjoyed the flow and rhythm of it...Good job