An acrostic poem written to a Photo Challenge on Allpoetry.com
(played around a little with the photo in photoshop!)
Sitting in a dusty hallway
The old grand master sits alone
Expecting someone to play him
In his time – he was a legend
Nobody could beat him for a tune
When his black and white keys played – people listened
As they waited in the lounge – waiting for their room
Years went by, the hotel closed, and he sits there alone
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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