she was a pianoforte a
temperament of stringed
tension piano wires and
sympathetic vibrations
originally adjusted to a
fixed pitch she now needed
her intervals aligned her
frequencies modified she
made up for her inharmonicities
with versatility and ubiquity this
way she could maintain a
level plane while
situated on a slope
© Pamela A. Rossow
Pamanner 
I can hear the music!
🙂
nice piece, beautiful metaphor, thanks for sharing
Thanks so much!
nice title- great words! mines here for this thursday- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/hunger/
I wish the piano can thank you for this lovely piece you made. 🙂
awh 🙂 thanks!
Two words:
Loved it!
~~Aynsley
thanks so much 🙂
love the metaphor! great poem!
Thank-you!!!!!
I absolutely love this! It’s a clever metaphor that flows beautifully. As I was reading it, I realized that your words are almost exactly what my husband would say about me. 😉
thank-you so much!!!!!
Very creative. : )
Thanks!
Very creative!
Thank-you!
Beautiful poem…
Thanks 🙂
skilfully written!
good job 🙂
Thanks. 😛
Happy new year friend!
lovely poem dear..
liked the imagery it has created 😀
Thank-you!!! While I only remember my scales, I am still fond of pianos. Fortunately, my brother is a pianist!
great piece! welcome to Jingle’s Thursday rally!!! I love to see new poets!!! Happy new year!!
Thanks! Happy New Year to you, too!
Yes what you said! ..smiles..
Thanks so much–smile :-).
made up for her inharmonicities
with versatility and ubiquity this
way she could maintain a
level plane while
situated on a slope…
cool imagery, what a treat, thanks for sharing…
Happy Rally!