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Paul the piano player

Paul the piano player
let’s his hands
be symphonic sailors.
Rowing through
a rapid rhythm
trying to find
if his talent’s
with him.
But all he can
find is the
empty space
held within
his mind.

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Region, Country: Virginia, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe homer Dante Alighieri Oscar Wilde , William Wordsworth

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Geezer

Geezer

3 years 1 month ago

I have...

a couple of friends named Paul and this could be about either of them. LoL
I like the easy rhythm that this takes and the message that maybe some people don't see that their talents are worthy, or have merit. Nice work. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

3 years 1 month ago

hello, Edward,

I agree with Geezer's assessment. I really like this poem it flows smoothly. my favorite lines are:

But all he can
find is the
empty space
held within
his mind.

*hugs, Cat