medley
Guitar Man strums a medley on the bench.
No words are spoken.  People stop to hear
the pain and promise.  They can smell his stench.
Town bullies laugh and kick him in the rear

and use his pick to stab him in the heart.
It's wedged in deep.  Still his hands strum away,
eyes blur.  The medley nearly falls apart.
Guitar Man was abused again today.

As blood crescendos from guitar to ground
the music flows with vigor.  Someone cares--
the ambulances race toward the sound.
He falls asleep performing to the air.

A little girl hears music from the swings.
She opens up her mouth, and loudly sings.

Comments:
 
augustwidow   augustwidow wrote
on 10/8/2008 5:41:26 PM
Great imagery, good flow, And also kinda erie, like the his spirit flew into the little girl and she picked up where he left off, very cool, very well done...

Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 7/27/2008 10:46:51 AM
yep yep yep ... yer a poet

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 7/17/2008 9:59:04 PM
Very powerful piece of poetry. It evokes great imagery and emotion.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/16/2008 3:49:01 AM
Interesting. I could not help but to feel for the guitar man. You could say he went to his grave playing, doing something he liked to do.

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Synopsis
Written October 1996. Original title: "Opus 21"
Published Date
7/15/1998 12:00:00 AM
Published In
Poetic Voices of America
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