VOICES OF THE PAST

VOICES OF THE PAST

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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Prose poem

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Our piano teacher's curt speech:
"Have you practiced every day?"
My sister and I giggle, fingers like jelly.
We bumble along each week
striking faulty notes.
Our teacher, mop of red hair, black -rimmed glasses
admonishes us for sloppy work.
She cautions her frustration elevates.


One day my sister and I do not return home
for our piano lessons.
Our mother, red-face, bulgy-eyes
rebukes us for inappropriate behavior.
She forces our practice, hovers over us
as we blunder the notes, water droplets
stream down our cheeks.
We beg to quit
as our tempers rage.
our red-headed be-speckled teacher
misses our next appointment!

© 2020 Betty Hermelee


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This takes me back to piano lessons Betty and the same rising feeling - why? Eventually i won but in later years I knew it's worth. I took up fiddle and sax and how much easiest it was. I think the free flowing style perfect for this and you've caught it perfectly. One small thing - why not just tears instead of water drops?
I hope you have some of your travel writing here!
All the best.
ALan

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Delightful post, Betty. Your narrative becomes all too real for me. I never should have signed up for piano lessons, I could play only when nobody was listening. Sad story. Your exposition comes alive with the imagery -- descriptives, child's play, intensity of the lessons, the giggles, and bumbling. Nice close, with the teacher missing the session. Good work -- the poem, not the lessons.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Nice way to SHOW, making a vivid strong point using storytelling. You use specific details, easy to picture, & with the "AH-HA!" factor, as far as childhood in general. Fortunately, I loved my guitar teacher. I can't remember being forced to do anything. I was an over-achiever & my parents urged me to slow down. But it's always good to be reminded how many experienced it. I wonder if "be-speckled" (next to last line) might be be-spectacled? Thanks for a bittersweet slice of life! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ah, yes, the carefree, stress free days of childhood. The good old days.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

in my time of teaching private lessons to grade school and high school tennis players...i have found this...many are forced by parents to take the lessons, they have no heart in it, don't want to be there and have little to no motivation...
I think kids should follow their own interests....not their parents'----
I was lucky...was interested in lots of things as a kid, but was never pushed in any direction...
well, except Golf...and i ended up hating to play...

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Predictive texting messed this Betty. I swear iI did type perfect.

Posted 2 Months Ago


This takes me back to piano lessons Betty and the same rising feeling - why? Eventually i won but in later years I knew it's worth. I took up fiddle and sax and how much easiest it was. I think the free flowing style perfect for this and you've caught it perfectly. One small thing - why not just tears instead of water drops?
I hope you have some of your travel writing here!
All the best.
ALan

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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I am an emerging poet; I have written over 250 poems, mostly about slices of life, happy or sad, sometimes tragic. I try to use vivid images in my poetry. I also write about my extensive travel expe.. more..

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