Air Guitar

We're all mixed bags.

Couldn't see the forest for the trees.

Couldn't feel my spirit in the breeze.

Couldn't see the ocean for the land.

Couldn't see the fine beach for the sand.

Only saw the teardrops, not the rain.

Couldn't see my free life for the pain.

Couldn't hear the song for the drum.

Couldn't see the bird for the crumb.

Couldn't taste the sweet honey for the bees.

Couldn't say thank you, could only say please.

Climbed through the window when I could have used the door.

Settled for much less when I could have had much more.

Only saw the weeds and ignored the flower.

Stayed in the dark because I had no power.

Why must this harrowed life be so unfair?

Why did it steal my guitar made of air ...

Reviews

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

Beautiful Pete you left me smiling

[Ruth]

I like the tenderness of this Pete, there seems to be something innocent stolen here, the air guitar being a release and purge of sorts and the final innocent tool of survival, wonderful :)

[Pete]

thank you P.R.S. your intuition & thoughts are spot on. i couldn't have explained it better myself!

[Hebe]

Flows perfectly ... Couldn't say thank you, could only say please.... that's HUGE (I can't use that word now without thinking of Trump! I don't think he has either word in his vocabulary!)

[Pete]

ty muchly. Trump certainly has his work cut out for him. wonder how the White House hairdresser is doing with his hair? :)

[Hebe]

..... lol ...not much you can do!

[Hebe]

Definitely felt the vibe here.... powerful!

[Pete]

thanks Hebe. a fun write for me that is a little different ... :)

[Manasa.L]

I feel the same dude! It feels like everything that we try to get hold of just goes in vain.

[Pete]

thank you Manasa.L. appreciate you stopping by for a read. let's keep our heads up!