Acoustic Guitar [This One]

Acoustic Guitar [This One]

A Poem by Emunah June.

I used to wish I could play acoustic guitar

 

 

Those girls who sit underneath subway lines

Strumming string after string

Pouring words out like easy velvet

Drinking coffee as they scribble notes along the neck

Base

And back again

They make love seem so easy

When they straighten up their beanies

And face forward

Singing about everyone who they find so perfect

The identity changing with each new product

 

 

 

I used to wish I could play acoustic guitar

 

 

 

So I could sit in my room

And curl up on my bed

Journal open

Saying “No, not that!

That won’t work!

Faith, are you even trying anymore?

Not that, not that!”

Staying up late as I pick apart

The pulsing muscle in my chest

So I could produce a product worthy of your attention

 

 

 

I used to wish I could play acoustic guitar

 

 

 

So that way I could dress like someone I wasn’t

And maybe one day find my way

To the back

And say “Excuse me, do you have a minute?

I want to show you something…”

My hands nervous behind my back

As the sheet music rumples and crumples

Like all my hopes of meeting your standards

 

 

 

I used to wish I could play acoustic guitar

But then

You said hello

 

 

 

And when you said hello

All the nerves in my hands stopped working

My mouth dropped numb

My tongue grew cold

And as I swallowed back every confession I ever had

I managed a small “Hello!” back

I hope it was enough

 

 

I used to wish I could play acoustic guitar

But then I realized

I didn’t need a melody to my words

 

 

For a few strings

Wont change the meaning behind the stanzas a pencil creates

 

 

And I don’t rhyme

And I’m not perfect

But these reflections are ones I hope you cherish

 

 

 

For I’m not even yours yet

And yet it seems I was never anyone else’s.

© 2013 Emunah June.


Author's Note

Emunah June.
I really hope you all like this poem!

This poem is unlike all the other ones I've written before...I actually have a real grasp and concept on what I'm writing now. I wrote this one during freeblock today, and I must say I'm kinda iffy on the final product, but I hope you all like it anyway!

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Absolutely loved this. It was raw but had a real power to it with its story of struggle and hope. Fine work with this one.

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