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Guitar Askew'' by. Kevin Mireles
Standing here
in the darkness
hidden before
an unknowing
audience,
one image
prevails;
That of
a blemished
instrument
whose varnish
chipped body
and fret-less neck
maligns
underneath
the uncovering touch
of the spotlight,
My pseudo stance,
a boisterous opus,
announces
my imperfections,
music note
messages
reveal
unseen cracks
in my facade.
As I serenade
silent eyes,
tiresome strokes
coronate
into 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.
Strumming release
vulnerable
beginning
melodic tones
from worn out
strings
validates me,
true harmony
unbound.
poem
by
Kevin Mireles
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