Treasure Island

Terry L. Young


Trumpet


i will never play
the trumpet

Never had a lesson

tho i did
own one once-
battered horn
in actual case

i pointed it skyward
& pressed valves
while blowing
with great
puffed cheeks
like i saw
Dizzy Gillespie
do once

Honking goose sounds
& New Year
noisemaker

& the cat
fled in horror

Must take practice
to blow notes like
Diz & Satchmo

i never will play
the trumpet.

& i will never see
Buddha
carry Holy
Cross to
Mosque
while Star
of David dangles
in Red Tibetan sky

Submitted: Thursday, September 21, 2006
Edited: Friday, September 17, 2010

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  • Poetry Hound (9/21/2006 4:11:00 PM)

    I have a 'poem'' here entitled 'Trumpets' so I was curious to read your poem, and I'm pleasantly surprised. You have a nice relaxed musing prose style until the very last stanza when the poem actually gets 'poetic.' On another level, I was dismayed when you said (twice) you would never play the trumpet. That's too bad. Unless the poem was a big put-on, you seem to feel something for the instrument. It's never too late to take it up. (Report) Reply

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