Strings

Another poem about my ex-girlfriend that I wrote a few years back.

I had not yet severed the cords

To the betrothed I already had

Yet I felt my heart strings move

The day I first met you

We became close friends

Like the strings of a guitar

Different in tone yet

Compliment to one another

Then my strings were cut

My betrothed no longer desired

The company we had kept

My heart strings slowly moved your way

Another took my mind off you

Not to tie me down

But more like tuning a guitar

Both you had betrothed strung to you

Then your cords were cut so sudden

Strings severed by friend

Quickly the two strung up together

You came knowing my heart strings were close at hand

You grabbed on quick to those cords

Tied my heart up like a marionette

Playing a faint tune on the strings

Like a harp just kept warm enough to play

Always the puppeteer

You kept the knots on you side

Loose or set to slip with a single pull

To make it easier to drop me lifeless to the floor

Your cuts to the cords started

Years before with a sharp slice

Without remorse or replacement of broken strings

A guitar lessened in notes yet we played on

So now I am trying to tie to another

Already feel the knots forming

Not so easily will these be undone

Even if the strings are so new

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The theme of using the guitar strings in this plays a tune...or does it...after a hardship in reality of a relationship completely diminishes from what was a Do, Re, Me, Fa So, La, Ti, Do...the lesson learned is that the strings can be mended --- but the song that once was in now just that a song...you would rather not have playing in the back round...yet reminds you to look forward and realize what it was worth and make for a better one the next time around...

I did see areas where this could be finely tuned a bit more...in your lines...but let's have this one rest...an event less traveled --- a memory in life and just one dent in the armor...makes one stronger with the experience...