Monday, August 14

alliteration on my unmusicianship

The dares of defiance that, from dozens of dear
Musicians from marvelous missives
On albums, act as on-the-air
Challenges and voices of inevitable chiding
To, at, and for me . . . !

That is, they do act that way
And I'm actually wishing to achieve
Maybe one day a merry meeting
Between my bumbling, fumbling, hands
And a carol, a chanson, a song of some serious silliness . . . !

That perhaps maybe might prove some kind of musical competency.

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