Monday, November 12, 2007

Making Perfect

They Practice
The pianist and the violinist practice,
and I get out a pen and practice, too,
I'm just having coffee and why not
get in a few words of practice;
the warm sun on my back,
the music on my ear,
the world still
this moment.

- Ralph Murre


writerwoman said...

What a lovely picture this poem brings to mind.

henry denander said...

such a fine poem! i like it very much.

Ralph Murre said...

Thank you both - funny how sometimes good things can happen when we least expect them.