A Ramshackle Piano In A Junk Yard! Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Ramshackle Piano In A Junk Yard!
I cannot play any instrument
But I can hoot aloud against the unjust!
I just pressed a reed and in a low pitch
I heard this; ' Frederic Francois Chopin,
Do you remember a Polish pianist?
I suffered from poor health
And I died in Paris in 1849
At the age of 39.'
I want to say him that I have been to Gdynia
And I saw apple cheek beautiful girls in the dance of Mazurkas.
But I was dumbfound and I felt like a dummy run in the life theater
Or behind the stage as an unkempt underprivileged!
To my friend robyn selters with gratitude!
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8/29/2026 6:44:09 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Fascinating and delightfully written, beginning with the speaker seeming to be a person, but shortly changing entirely to the instrument..the ramshackle unappreciated piano which had seen better scenes and been despised even then....I quite enjoyed how you expressed it! Excellent!