one-woman band

one-woman band

 

 

your finely tuned guitar

six strings and smile in your voice

love letters from up North

the scent of your lyrics

the ink splattered sound of tears

pages rustle

like October leaves

 

you strum my memory

every day

that guitar only plays

 

in my heart.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/20/19

Reviews

[Relic]

I saw october leaves before I even got to that line. There's always emotion throughout your poems and this is no exception. Great poem, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Tim,
j.