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Pounding the keys, she grits her teeth: a bitter artist on display. Minor notes float in the silence, adding another link in the bonds that keep her coupled to the piano. Thrown together like hateful lovers, musician and instrument are pitted against each other to earn tonight's wages. Fingers slipping on cracked ivories, she stifles a curse and continues to play the wretched piece; the people clap and put money in the jar, but the echoes the coins make only seem to be a repeat of the hollow melody that composes her soul. Selling passion for monetary praise has turned her once feathery fingers to unfeeling iron digits, robotic and automatic in their playing. There is no joy in the sonata, yet the people still come, unaffected by the splendor they have silenced.
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A prose poem that I wrote in Creative Writing class.
Copyright = Me.
Copyright = Me.
© 2012 - 2024 Tsuyosa-10
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Technique ImpactI like how it gives the reader a sense of being there. I can see the artist playing at some cheap piano bar. Almost giving away her talent to drunk single bar hoppers. It's very moving and reminds us not to sell out. There are more important matters than money, however, it also shows how one must do what it takes to survive. Maybe the woman is having to feed her family. The poem paints all these pictures and leaves the reader looking into the life of the artist. I would, however, like to see more poetic devices in this poem. The writer did a wonderful overall.