“Write a short piece from the perspective of a broken inanimate object.”
I completely missed the broken part of the assignment until I went back to get the code for the writing hood button.
I thought about re-doing the work but after re-reading it again, decided that because my chosen object has a broken spirit I would still submit it.
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Why do you keep me then if I take up so much space?
I would surely be cherished more elsewhere.
Yet I remain here, a permanent fixture of the parlor, ornamented with an artificial plant and a candle that has never burned.
You have muted me.
“Play me!” I scream as you walk by. “Play me!”
I was crafted to be touched, to provide enjoyment, and to have life.
You have stolen these responsibilities from me.
I have heard your dreams to acquire lessons and aptitude but sitting and touching my keys requires of you, none of these things.
You make excuses, blaming time, and lack of devotion.
Then why am I here?
I am not a display piece.
I am only an instrument if played, just a name if I’m not.
Your children they are drawn to me and curiously sit at my bench.
You move them along.
Their melody is noisy, the rhythm sporadic but why does that matter, it is still music to me.
I beg of you, let them sit and perhaps they’ll convince you too, to play for awhile.
Let me come alive.
Let me be a piano.
15 Responses to “Instrumental Uselessness”
Play it dammit, play it! lol!
Coincidently enough, just yesterday I started looking into piano lessons for our two youngest boys! lol
Great piece… I love the descripitve words you used… I felt it.
I think it absolutely applies to the prompt. I feel so bad for that piano.
Really enjoyed it. Your words made it very "visual" for me. Keep up the writing, you've found your niche. Love and hugs.
play it again! Poor piano
Yes! Kids make the best music!
I finally gave my piano away. It was never played, and it just wasn't right. I felt the disappointment of my own piano as well. Great piece.
I really liked the description of the kids. I could envision the scene quite well.
Stopping by from the red dress club.
I love the title!
I really like that. I liked the way it ended. At first when I thought – a large thing left unused in a house – a treadmill! But, no, something much more beautiful than that! I thought the writing was graceful.
Oh! My guitar would be screaming the same….
It makes me think of the Velveteen Rabit, and how you're not really real until you're loved.
Love that piano, girl!
a broken spirit definitely counts. and i agree, a piano is probably one of the saddest inanimate objects out there. poor piano.
this fits perfectly. i want to crawl into the piece and play the piano!
i feel like that poor piano is staring at me now as I sit here…..*gulp*