Today’s prompt is to write a poem in the form of the opening scene to the movie of your life.
PIANO GIRL SCENE ONE INT. LIVING ROOM—DAY PIANO GIRL is seated at an upright piano playing a monotonous finger exercise not very well. She makes a mistake, groans, and starts again. Soon she makes another mistake and pounds keys in frustration. MOTHER (offscreen) Andrea! Piano Girl groans again, starts her exercise again, soon makes another mistake. PIANO GIRL I hate this! Piano Girl starts the exercise again, soon makes another mistake. PIANO GIRL How much longer? MOTHER (offstage) Five more minutes. Piano Girl groans, starts the exercise again, makes another mistake. FADE OUT
©ARHuelsenbeck
Poet’s note: In a perfect world (definitely not WordPress world), the above poem would show up in the American Typewriter prompt and formatted like a screenplay. The WordPress verse block will not duplicate my formatting, and I don’t have the coding savvy to correct it.
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I read this and so wish I could have been your teacher, hopefully you would have enjoyed it more!
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I was taught by one of the nuns at the parochial school I attended. She was a pretty decent teacher; I was a horribly unmotivated pupil. I thought I should just play it through once or twice and then I “knew” it.
I’m sure if you were my teacher, you would have ignited the love of practice in me. I didn’t get that until I was almost sixty–and I’ve lost it again since the pandemic.
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