My cheap Mitchell carelessly broken

My cheap Mitchell carelessly broken

A Poem by Steeven
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mitchell is low end brand of guitar

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Miss your scent

 

B-Vitamins finger sweat and steel

Wood heated long seated beneath sun

Perspiring scotch spilled on neck

Green like snap peas not collards

When you slipped on dew-grass

Earth from my work arms

Not from the ground of your ancestors

Big body hip on my lap

We didn’t like feel of a strap

 

There were some good times

Hearing you sing

When E - - - - e

I was touching

© 2012 Steeven


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~ ah, you're a musician... why am i not surprised ? ... this is a beautiful piece... i'm sure that your guitar knows how much you treasured it...

Posted 11 Years Ago


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the title (and subtitle) of this poem hooked me immediately because I'm a musician too. the poem itself is pure pleasure, a visceral medley of images that had me smiling and hearing your music while lamenting the untimely demise of a unique guitar. nice write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Steeven

11 Years Ago

and it was a demise at that...i couldn't shake that smell your hands have after playing for hours in.. read more

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