Poetry..............?

[Daniel]

when I play the piano
I think of my past, present and future
I try to include them in my music
but at times I can't
it aggravates me and I try harder
maybe the piano is not my object for the expression of my thoughts
I always play fustration
like I will never finish
sometimes I hope that the sun is still out
this way I still have time to sleep and wake up for other things
but it's not always there
what am I searching for?
what is there?
the words are not enough
one cannot speak at times
the thoughts are too much for the words
so then we have to use what we have
but what do we have?
don't we have words?
is there something else?
have I found my song?
no
I am only playing my piano

 

[Happy Hiram]

When I play the piccolo
I think about nouns,verbs and adjectives
I try and include them in my poem
But I find I can't.
It frustrates me and I try harder
May be my attention deficit but I forgot this was even a poem
I like to play Aggravation
But I never win.
Tuesday is a long day of the week
I sleep and sleep and still eventually wake up
It's not always still Tuesday though.
Was there a point to this?
Can I ask a more inane questions?
Poetry is hard
Especially with this piccolo in my mouth
Maybe if I keep saying the word "words"
It'll have to do
Maybe I can write a song?
No,
I am only playing my piccolo.

[See how much clearer it read s with caps and punctuation?]