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Saturday, August 20, 2011

a poem a day

is it possible?

would the muse speak so easily?

could words flow every 24 hours that would satisfy my critical ear and eye?

is it worth it to even try?

let's find out...

for today, here is the mind-offering of the moment, on the spur of the moment...

piano notes flicking lightly in the lamplight
i listen to the clarity
and my fingers twitch
the hours of practice at the old brown upright
the notes blurring in front of my young eyes
as i drilled for a performance
it was never easy then
and i couldn't listen
to piano music
but i can now
the ivory bells echo off the brown walls of my room
reaching each corner with tone and phrasing and control
my fingers twitch


needs a little work...but not bad...