there’s a guitar
standing in the corner
it never makes a sound
days of silence
like a sudden body blow
fill up old world rooms
with memories of blues
haunting dark corners
while a mild case
of decay
covers
the dead
and the living
and
Danny and me
we listen for those notes
that never get played
he drums his fingers
on my thighs
while I
just keep on dreamin’
8 June 2018
Somewhere in the United Kingdom
I love the images in this one. This is a great line, “we listen for those notes/that never get played.”
Well done.
Thank you so much. I’m so glad you like it. I like that line too 😊
Love this!!
I’m so glad you do! 😘
Good to see you poem again. 🙂 ❤
I haven’t been very well but I got inspired 😊 Thank you!