Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


06 February 2014



Everyone learned

to read music except me,

I just played by ear.


For nine years I played

in concert and marching band,

I was a drummer.


Eighth grade music class

was soprano recorder.

I just memorized.


Ninth grade it all changed,

no jazz band unless I marched.

I quit, and marched out.


Discovered guitar,

started singing, writing songs,

wandering minstrel.


Over a lifetime,

I have taught myself to play

piano, bass too.


I have always said

I’m good enough to fool most,

but never myself.


I wanted to play

a little of everything,

but master of none.


This troubadour rests.

I have given up the dream,

or redefined it.


To amuse myself,

I still play

piano, and

never stop learning.


Eclectic in styles,

I’ll listen to anything,

‘though much I dislike.


My threefold passion,

Nature, music, and writing,

some things never change.




6 February, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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