Guitar Askew Poem by Kevin Mireles

Guitar Askew

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Standing in
the darkness,
hidden, one
image prevails.

That of a
blemished instrument
whose varnish- chipped
body and fret-less neck
maligns underneath
the unforgiving touch
of the spotlight.

My pseudo stance,
a boisterous opus,
announce
my imperfections,
musical note messages
of never before seen cracks
Reveal my facade.

As I serenade
silent eyes,
A coronation
of tiresome strokes
Show a life
I've always
dreamnt,
honest music
that makes
all eyes speak.

Vibrant rifts
of expression
expose me
as oblique,
born and raised
in the shards
of broken lives,
a tainted song.


Strum, release
A vulnerable
beginning.
melodic tones
Plucked from
worn out strings.
true harmony
unbound.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: self
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bethany Williams 02 September 2011

Good poem but I'm not sure on how this is suppose to sound like. Like what type of poem is this?

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