"The Piano" (1888) by Berthe Morisot [1841-1895].
afternoon practice
the torture
of being the page-turner
her feet move
to a different tune
...as the sun fades
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
afternoon practice
the torture
of being the page-turner
her feet move
to a different tune
...as the sun fades
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
I grew up having to practice piano. My mother had her masters in piano and was a teacher. She didn't teach me, but she did make me practice. I hated it . Of course, now I wish I had been more diligent. This poem captures that feeling.
ReplyDeleteI took piano lessons for a short time--I hated it. I would like to be able to pay something, but the radio is about all I can manage.
DeleteThe girl in blue -- that would be me!
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