The Grand Piano

I don’t quite fit, I will not lie;
my needs are well-defined.
I take some space, but don’t be shy;
come right here by my side.

I wonder if you’d like to try;
they said I’d play just fine.

If I had a lither figure
and appear right at your door,
would you have let me enter,
move me closer than before?

Sometimes, it makes me wonder;
it makes me wonder more.

I caught your eye, didn’t I?
You said, “I’ll make it mine.”
Was it my price that’s rocket high
which made you change your mind?

I wonder why you wouldn’t try;
you said I’d play just fine.

My lever’s better, my strings are longer;
I render better score.
Would you have thought I’m such a bother
and my resilience quite a bore?

Sometimes, it makes me wonder;
it makes me wonder more.

It’s true—with anything, you’ll fly;
you need me not to shine;
but if their tone won’t satisfy,
then, it’s me you’ve got to find.

I wonder if you’ll finally try;
with you, I’d play just fine.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


This is a requested poem. The story goes like this:

One day, I was browsing through my email and I found a (pleasantly) strange request. In the description it said:

Your preferred name: Long Live The Muse
Your story: I am a piano mover. Not the little uprights, only the Grand Pianos. I am a piano tuner. Not the little uprights, only the Grand Pianos. I am a piano player. Not the little uprights, only the Grand Pianos. I am a piano refurbisher. Not the little uprights, only the Grand Pianos. I am a piano historian. Not the little uprights, only the Grand Pianos. I am a piano. Not the little uprights, only a Grand Piano.

I got excited and worked on it right away. I panicked because I definitely would not want to disappoint a piano guy who wrote such a wonderfully peculiar description.

Apparently, the one who requested was a friend of  mine at The Prose and he claimed to know nothing about grand pianos! This made me laugh my brains out.

He said, “Why is a 15-foot concert grand piano better than a studio upright? Because it makes a much bigger kaboom when it’s dropped over a cliff.”

LOL.

You may find his delightful pieces by his handle, @Yankeedoodle30

See my pieces: @poeticasymptote

I would love to write a poem for you too. See how.

Catch more at theprose.com/poeticasymptote

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