by lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales, Australia
Aug 2016 662 Views 0 comments
Practicing Guitar
I bought a new guitar
I practice every day
I strum and meditate
I meditate and strum.
I think about all the
Things I've done
Mysterious music
Balm to my soul.
The window
Of insight -
A lover's return
Or someone new?
I am alone
Notes ripple in the air
I practice tunes
I heard growing up.
I am astounded that I
Can play most songs
After not picking up a guitar
In over twenty years*
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I practice every day
I strum and meditate
I meditate and strum.
I think about all the
Things I've done
Mysterious music
Balm to my soul.
The window
Of insight -
A lover's return
Or someone new?
I am alone
Notes ripple in the air
I practice tunes
I heard growing up.
I am astounded that I
Can play most songs
After not picking up a guitar
In over twenty years*
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
* It helps a lot when the chords and music are on the net.** I am not a "muso" (musician) I do this as a hobby.
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