Don't be afraid to try again . . .
to brave the imperfections
of being out of practice.
Surely if we knew all the songs
exiled in attics and garages,
rejected like old cassette tapes,
the trumpets and clarinets,
guitars and cellos interred
in fuzzy cases--
we could afford to lose
our tired practicality;
we'd endure a thousand
rusty notes to fly again
even one precious, broken tune.
Do not be afraid to relearn
I love it! This one reminds me of Mary Oliver a bit in its simplicity and sound.
ReplyDeleteWhat a kind compliment--thank you! I love Mary Oliver's poetry.
ReplyDeleteMy nephew sent me my father's clarinet. My wife had never heard me play. I am relearning some old rusty tunes.
ReplyDeleteHow neat! My landlady took up clarinet again last year. It was delightful to hear (through my floor) her progression from single notes to good, old tunes.
Delete"we could afford to lose
ReplyDeleteour tired practicality"
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Goodness, this poem is preaching to me at the moment, as I'm trying to nerve myself for taking the violin back up again.
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