My Acoustic Guitar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little poem regarding my acoustic guitar. Not too long but I'd say I did a nice job on said poem.

Submitted: August 22, 2013

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Before I recline on my air mattress and retire,

My heart urges my fingers to strum a melody.

I may not be the greatest: forty-five songs I only know

Yet the band inside my head is ready to put on a show.

I grasp the neck gradually with my left hand,

And yank the bronze string instrument onto my lap;

Its glossy exterior softly whispers as I stroke it,

Then I grab my pick to complete the kit.

With my thoughts like a diner’s back-wall jukebox,

I carefully select a song to play;

Shall it be “Hurt” by Johnny Cash, “Two Weeks” by Grizzly Bear,

Or a Radiohead tune just to be fair?

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I decided on none of these, since none proved fit,

The mood for the room wasn’t right.

These unmoving walls that trapped my entity

Call for a harmonious infinity.

I clasp my camouflage capo on fret six

With Simon and Garfunkel in mind,

The tips of my fingers do not sing violence

Instead, they hum “The Sound of Silence”.


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