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7th gr, 13 yrs, Piano
“Why couldn’t you just visualise this or use Photoshop or something.” I was moaning now. The piano was in place and it was I who was being adjusted. “It’s method drawing and anyway I find visualisation easier with something I have actually seen already” she said. I wasn’t sure if method drawing was a thing but the second point had a kind of validity that my sleep deprived brain could not fight. So I became the mannequin player and froze while she began to sketch as the morning sun rose into a pink sky.
seventh grade project
summer sunrise piano
i don’t even play
Day 27 of NaPoWriMo and Margaret offers us some drawings/paintings from a school exhibition to write about in the Garden, where I have been hanging with the Toads all this month.
Ha… I love that you imagined this to be a drawing made for real. Carrying pianos is definitely not easy.
This is so well done. I can see it all happening, grumbles and all. A perfect haiku sums everything up beautifully. 🙂
I absolutely love the direction you took this into, Paul!💕 I shall be back to delight in more readings of this one 😀
Ha-ha-haibun indeed!
Ha, perfect!
Nicely done, Paul – you made me chuckle. I remember that joke from the PG Tips adverts – ‘You hum it son, I’ll play it!’
A delightful piece.
Luv this from title to haiku
ENJOYED!!!!!
much love…
This cracked me up!
A story to bring a chuckle to us all!
What a refreshing Haibun….love the power of the mind 🙂
great imagination … you took this in an unexpected direction… well done
A hilarious delight, Paul! Especially your haiku’s last line! LOL!
Ha – the things parents do for their children… !
Helping with those school projects can undo you quickly. At the inner end of a fiord we docked in at Norway there was a piano way up on the hill. We went there, no one around, guess it was like the daughter’s here. But when we came back down there was someone playing it. Without an audience.
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cute ~
Daddy’s little princess 🙂 I love how daughters wrap their father’s around their pinky finger. On a side note, my son busks about NYC and he says a guy with a baby grand on wheels rolls one into Central Park and plays beneath an arched bridge. He draws quite a crowd.