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.

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Missing Lines (book)

Hi all! My new poetry book called MISSING LINES is completed and it is published! See it here: theprose.com/poeticasymptote, where some of my other poetry pieces are also posted.

The book is a collection of poems written to address certain characters and attempts to reimagine their untold emotional journeys. Some of the poems in this site are included in the book.

There’s a section there called SPEAK MY MIND, which contains poems I have written for some of my readers.

If you’re planning to request a poem from me, do it now and I might still be able to include it in the book. See how.

If you’re curious about the poems asked of me or just clueless about my style, see samples of requested poems here.

Cheers and happy reading!

Tears

Tears
better dry on paper;
the invisible drops
are darker than ink.
Words
are more meaningful,
poignant,
more beautiful,
when written
in tears.
All good things aren’t lost
when you wiped those tears away.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


This poem was written for a friend who is moving on after a breakup from a long-term relationship.

This poem will appear in my next poetry book entitled Missing LinesDetails
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This is also today’s POTD(poem of the day). Regularly visit the POTD page, which gets updated regularly.
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A Child’s Dream

Little toes
playing in the sand;
eyelids fluttering
as the sun rays beam,
casting light
towards bright,
eager eyes;

the adorable sound
of constant mirth;
unsteady feet
running about;
arms outstretched,
reaching above,
tiny hands high up;

a free spirit
with no cares in the world
aside from a tummy
that loves to eat,
and a mind full
of endless questions—
when to grow
and how to know?

I rest my body
after a day’s work
and I smile;
for asleep in comfort,
the child is being watched,
and I’ll be ready
before sunrise;

the world is waiting
for the child within,
to wake up in the morning,
and live the dream.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


This poem was written for Anna Urayan, and her request description is as follows:
“A dreamer and life-lover, a mom yet a passionate worker and someday I am longing to be a traveler.”

This poem will appear in my next poetry book entitled Missing LinesDetails
To read more requested poems, click here
Ask me to write a poem for you too. Request a Poem

This is also today’s POTD(poem of the day). Regularly visit the POTD page, which gets updated regularly.
For other featured POTDs, click here.

Last

I close my eyes;
no shade is enough
to dim the brightness
of your last smile.
Still, I see it.

I cover my ears;
no song is enough
to muffle the sound
of your last laugh.
Still, I hear it.

If forgetting you
were as easy as breathing…
Only, it isn’t.
Still, I need it.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


 

This poem was requested by a friend, and it will appear in my next poetry book entitled Missing LinesDetails

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lost and void

void
and silent
like an empty space

lost
and scared
and feeling out of place

if
and what if
there was another way

maybe I can stay
maybe I can go away

at the end of the rope
I see a flicker of hope

I pray
bring me home
to love
and to love’s embrace

Evelyn Dumag Gabinete

 


This poem was requested by a friend, and it will appear in my next poetry book entitled Missing LinesDetails
To read more requested poems, click here

Ask me to write a poem for you too. Request a Poem