The GuitaristA Poem by PiperDiving into my old material still
In front oh his apartment he looked up
Feeling the sun radiate to him He heard a man call him and he ducked A man carrying a large package into his home that looked dim The lone guitarist finally sat to rest There will be no other day like this He cracks his knuckles and wrist And balled his hand into a fist The sun burned his exposed cheek He smiled with delight It is he that summer can not defeat But he hid under the small canopy his building had to hide from the light He took out his guitar and slowly tuned it He felt it come alive again with each pluck The vibrations activated his soul to it His world realigned again with luck He finished and aligned his hands Making sure his first notes were right To think he had no fans But never-the-less he always felt alright He began to strum the early morning Sitting in a cubical all enclosed He knew it made his day boring But strumming made him again exposed He began to strum his lunch Listening to people chatter away Seeing other people sitting in a bunch Strumming made his seclusion sail away He began to strum about his meeting He saw the people day dream The person sat next to him look like he took a beating He strummed away taring the memory by it's seam He strummed his way home Feeling the alienation of the city take it's toll His friends failed again to call his phone He strummed away what his friends didn't do to make himself full He strummed being here now He smiled and relaxed his tune As he saw a little girl watching him holding a cow He strummed happily again feeling immune He strummed again seeing her smile But she was soon dragged away cow doll and all Her mother said goodbye pleasantly making his happiness last all the while He strummed pleased to see the dollar He strummed seeing the dollar in his guitar case He didn't stop and kept his play Making the notes play a base He strummed his guitar finally loving this day © 2014 Piper |
StatsAuthorPiperCleveland, OHAboutI am back, and I have graduated. Currently, I have decided to scrap my previous book and to start a new initiative. I am determined to start a book, which is very different from what I have usually wr.. more..Writing
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