An Abused Violin

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    An Abused Violin

    If I was hymn and not me,
    I'd be more noticed instead
    of being second chair to everyone
    around me.
    I'd always be heard, from the opening
    note to the closing Amen.

    I want so much to be hymn!
    There are days when all I do is
    rest inside my case, and yet I
    can hear the harmonious voices
    of a choir or the flute play out all of the
    notes of the beloved songs.

    I stay silent because I am not hymn
    and my part is skipped over during a
    shorter mass or when the musician who
    plays me also plays a cello.
    I am an abused violin. I am neglected
    because there is so little I can do.
    I don't have the ability to give all vocalists
    and instrumentalists a sound or lyrics to
    brighten the congregation.

    If only I could be hymn I might be able
    to proclaim my love for God and for
    music. I can only wish and then look
    to the day when I am played with
    harmony once again.

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    fxkearns commented on An Abused Violin

    10-15-2009

    A good poem and a good concept.. The "hymn and not me" starts in the first line, and was a little jarring to me at first. It toke a lot of mental processing to get it sorted out. Perhaps there is a way to buid to it rather than make the reader stop reading and process for awhile. Just a thought ... I liked it!

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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