Piano Play Ground
Those black and whites beguile me
As I walk by with my good intentions,
Sit down.
Play.
I’m working, deadline looming.
I don’t have time for you right now
Sit down.
Play.
I’m tempted, I pause,
My fingers itching with the tune.
I sit down.
I play.
Just for a moment now, really
So much to do, hurry, hurry.
And yet I sit.
I play.
I think of students, children.
Don’t just practice, I would say,
Sit down
And play.
There’s a reason they call it play.
~~~~~
by Becky Stauffer
March 2009
Those black and whites beguile me
As I walk by with my good intentions,
Sit down.
Play.
I’m working, deadline looming.
I don’t have time for you right now
Sit down.
Play.
I’m tempted, I pause,
My fingers itching with the tune.
I sit down.
I play.
Just for a moment now, really
So much to do, hurry, hurry.
And yet I sit.
I play.
I think of students, children.
Don’t just practice, I would say,
Sit down
And play.
There’s a reason they call it play.
~~~~~
by Becky Stauffer
March 2009
4 comments:
I am so happy you submitted this to our Wednesday tour. I like it very much. It makes me wish I had learned to play the piano.
Cannot believe this is your first effort at verse.
Thanks for allowing me to participate. I enjoyed everyone's submissions last week so much. I don't promise to write original entries every time. Thanks for your kinds words.
Oh, I agree with Jaqui, hard to believe that this is your first effort at poetry writing..I love it. Bravo.
Thank you for your too-kind words. Can't say there's another poem in me. We shall see.
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