Day 11: Love letter from a flip-flop to the arpeggio: A story of unrequited love

Day 11/30

So...it's not that my creativity is waning...but...I maybe needed an idea of what to write tonight, so I went to Facebook again.  This time, I planned for tonight AND I planned for the future, because these poems are fun, and I figured maybe I will do one more if I get some good words...we'll see how the rest of the days go. 

At any rate, here was the word call: "Needed for two upcoming poem challenges: Four random things.  (I need concrete item type of things.  They can be random, but they need to be items.  Like toothbrush.  Or printer.  Or ferris wheel). 

As was the case yesterday, they did not disappoint.  Here is the list of words:

buggy whip, giraffe, tank top, Purple Pieman & Berry Bird Pop! Figure, key lime pie, archipelago, flip flop, tea pot, arpeggio, koala, febreeze spray, pool noodle, palm tree, vagina, clitoris, vulva, tissue, diet Dr. Pepper, trash can, peach, geode, flute, puppy, tail, pollywog, kombucha, water bottle, credit card, metro card, keys

With that in mind...the prompt is "write a love letter between two inanimate objects."  I'm thinking, of course, of Sarah Kay's amazing "Love Letter From a Toothbrush to a Bicycle Tire."  I took a stab at one a while ago -- "A love letter from the bell to the air."  

So from that amazing list of words above, the most obvious and only choice to me is to write...

Love letter from a flip-flop to the arpeggio: A story of unrequited love

I have loved you since first note.

Sitting on my shelf at Target,

waiting for my forever home, I was

practicing my monotone flips and flops, when you

came over the muzak-playing radio station in

soaring, trilling, rolling, resounding tones.

You sounded like

the first flip-flop weather day, like the

going to the beach day, like the

went to the park and did not step in dog poop day,

and made me want to sing my droning song with

new life.

One time, I tried to tune myself to your key:

hit my flop square against a foot I thought would be tuned to G, but it was

just a little sharp:
you flawless stream of music.

I love the way you

start out slow and then

become faster, almost

falling over yourself -- like I do when I run and my flips and flops smoosh together

becoming flops and flips

down and up, up and down --

we have so much in common, you and I.

Dear Arpeggio,

bounce with me along the paths of life.

Let us race up and down the scales together:

you holding tight my strap, and I, holding firmly to your notes, and together, we will create a masterpiece of tonal flips and flops --

you sweet chord.

Let us rest together gently upon your staff and I promise

to forever bring you home

to middle C.