Poetry: Piano Play Ground

I'm not a poet, but like many others, have a desire to write in verse. The very artistic Jacqui at Creative Journey hosted a Wednesday poetry day last week. Some contributors offered original poetry. Others, like me, submitted favorites by other writers. All were delightful and inspiring. If she hosts another, I will submit my first attempt at my own original composition.

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.

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by Becky Stauffer
March 2009