My Own Cello

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Dear Diary,
Another day goes by and my heart still yearns for the tender touch of acceptance. I heard its sorrowful sound and was powerless to sooth its cry. I was called upon its dark nature to immerse my senses in its passionate expression, yet, a tone of powerful calm held my faculties with blissful attention.

Today I almost touched it. I nearly held a cello in my arms, but I was afraid to disturb its perfect image in my mind with a note of reality that might have destroyed our unspoken mutual expectations. The grand cello I love plays for me with perfect clarity and I listen, I appreciate, I dream.

I long to wield an instrument that could sing through mournful sounds with peaceful and reassuring notes that become a pleasant melody. I want to be the one who brings an unexpected baritone hero out of the background of a bass ensemble that is mostly unnoticed, but instead, I listen, I appreciate, I dream.

Tomorrow perhaps, I will have the courage to approach it, to introduce myself, to surrender my fears in its unconditional acceptance of my desires; but in turn, I will have to detach myself from the perfect balance between its current master and their melodic relationship that captivates my attention.

Today, today I long for my own cello.

=)

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Daily Prompt:

Strike a Chord
Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.

Symphony

Wally, Gone.

The screen door is closed.
I look out the patio door,
I notice,
the screen door is closed.
I wake up hopeful
scratches on the mesh
have widened
to reflect his return, but
the screen door is closed.
I always meant
to fix the scraches and holes,
to add a barrier
that would hold back
it’s wear, but now,
the screen door is closed.
It’s remains so
for a time.
The claws
that would Tear it apart
looking for love
in my arms
are all gone.
The screen door is closed.
Every day I notice.
Every day I hope.

 

Writing 101 Day Eight.

Death to Adverbs

Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs.