The Music Makers

The Music Makers

A Poem by Mark
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Music is more than language. It is connection.

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I need my guitar.

The air grows dense
sitting on me
oppressive and grinning.

I need to hammer my axe
clearing the iron
with steel,

so I can breath

so I can connect

to express what I feel. 

© 2014 Mark


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Mark
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Three chords and the truth, Mark. I relate to the need for expression, I guess we all do. A true feeling, simply told. Thank you.
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Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thanks for reviewing. :)
Three chords and the truth, Mark. I relate to the need for expression, I guess we all do. A true feeling, simply told. Thank you.
-x-

Posted 10 Years Ago


As a musician, I really enjoyed this! Thanks for sharing it Mark!

-CW

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading. :)
for me the axe is my poetry and i need to hammer the words out.
it is the only way i can connect to myself, or at least get some impression of who i am...

jacob

Posted 10 Years Ago


Music feeds the soul. This is so beautiful a thought. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


describes utter passion and is a nice poem but i feel its a bit incomplete wanted to read more of it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you! I think it's much better to leave the reader wanting more than have them quit reading out.. read more
I so know the feeling... not with guitar but with percussion and maybe soon a brass instrument too. Awesome poem :) (p.s.: sorry I haven't been around school is crazy and so is the rest of my life)

Posted 10 Years Ago


I understand this poem. I always wanted to be able to play a guitar. Become one with music. Would be a good place to be. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


beautiful.... so i can breathe.... :)

Posted 10 Years Ago



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