Guitar (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #25)   Leave a comment

Early in the morning 
I always here your music calling
Dont know who I'd be
Without this Guitar sitting next to me
Beat by beat
Chord by chord
Anytime I'm feeling bored
I pick you up and play a tune.

The brassy buzz that turns to art
As my fingers brush the strings
Rhythmically, I feel the texture
Of your scales ascending
Beat by beat,
Chord by chord,
A world of joy is stored in you
I pick you up and play a tune.

– SR Romney 2022

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