For today’s prompt, pick a type of person and write a poem about him or her. To help set the scene, you may want to title your poem as who the type of person is. For instance, you could write a poem titled “Firefighter,” “Cynic,” “Optimist,” “Teacher,” “2-year-old,” etc. The list is endless. (source: poeticasides.com)
He was my last piano teacher – and my best.
Nothing extremely noteworthy about his appearance.
Physically he possessed extreme height.
Not a “rough and tough” man – no matter.
He was tenacious,
a skookum talent
– a God-given giftedness.
And though he couldn’t bequeath those qualities to me,
he motivated me to help develop some semblance
of miraculous music of my own.
Classics first, then pop [music], he said.
Seriously high standards combined with
relentless practice requirements,
and unending expectations that caused me to cower – at first.
His quiet comments came
only after I had finished playing and
he had considered my abilities in relation to my presentation.
Years prior, I had “taken” lessons from grandmotherly types
who taught piano lessons on their back porches and
chastised me for not filling in my practice chart.
Their pianos more like hand-me-downs than
instruments of imagination and potential.
With my favorite piano teacher I studied music
and it provided a meaning that strengthened me.
And then, one day, eight simple words,
he said changed my musical life.
Adios, anxious efforts.
Joy replaced drudgery.
“Don’t play like a GIRL. Get INTO it.”
From then on, I did.
Thanks to my favorite piano teacher.