Every Monday is Poetry Monday. Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the
prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is
taking a break for health reasons.
I
have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of
others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun
of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today's topic is Instrument.
My instrument of preference
is not one met with reverence.
It has no strings
no wires, springs
and not a button too.
My instrument of preference
takes training and some temperance;
it has no keys
and none of these
strange cranks or other screws.
My instrument of preference
needs study and perseverance.
You might have guessed
more than the rest
it's languages I choose.
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Next Monday's topic is: Height (September 2)
And for the rest of September:
September 9: Family
September 16: Intention
September 23: Teaching
September 30: Feedback
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I would love to play 'your' instrument, and admire your skill, your dedication - and your poem.
SvarSletThank you!
SletI lie your poem. I have never thought of language as an instrument, though of course it is, many people are excellent at wordplay. I tend to think of the musical ones first, when someone says instrument I think piano, cello, clarinet, violins, drums and guitars and harmonicas too. And I cannot play a single one :(
SvarSletIn my youth I played, not bad, but not good enough for serious either, guitar, violn and piano. Now I keep to language and wordplays.
SletLovely
SvarSletThank you!
SletYour skill with your chosen instrument has always amazed me! In particular, writing poetry in a language other than your mother tongue is difficult but you do it. This is a fine poem.
SvarSletThank you a load. I love languages, I love poetry. At first I was convinced I could only write poems in Danish, then I could not withstand the temptation and joined Poetry Monday in January 2019 ... and I think that with time I will be able to write decent poetry in English as well as in my native Danish.
SletYour praise - as that of all other reading and commenting here - mean a lot to me. Thanks again!
"With time"? You are already doing so well. Today's poem was especially an example of that, with its more complex rhyme scheme. I truly mean that.
SletThanks ever so much. You make me feel a bit red in the face!
Slet:)
SletWell done, and well chosen!
SvarSletI'm answering your question here and on my blog to be sure you see it. In US English at least, calling a police officer or security officer a "pig" is a pejorative term and considered a horrible insult.
SletAhh, OK, thank you. The only "Uncle Pigs" I found on the web, were Peppa Pig or Muppet-related ;) We actually call them "pigs" as well, and it's bad enough to earn you a fine.
Slet