pop song
If time had a sound
it would be the dark
arpeggio of a rusty guitar
and I’m unsure
why I chose a metaphor
for time
or why that image
should enter this poem
but I’ve been sitting here
not expecting anything
not certain of what to look forward to
all along
kinda swaying with
the wasting of every minute
almost audibly humming
to the repetitive chords
of this imaginary guitar
that someone could’ve picked up
along the way
to fill in the gap
the silent void
that sweeps through
the years.
it would be the dark
arpeggio of a rusty guitar
and I’m unsure
why I chose a metaphor
for time
or why that image
should enter this poem
but I’ve been sitting here
not expecting anything
not certain of what to look forward to
all along
kinda swaying with
the wasting of every minute
almost audibly humming
to the repetitive chords
of this imaginary guitar
that someone could’ve picked up
along the way
to fill in the gap
the silent void
that sweeps through
the years.
February 3, 2010 at 3:56 pm
time and space are essential in life,
great metaphor and awesome poem,
February 3, 2010 at 9:54 pm
I thought the imagery in this poem was very interesting…a rusty steel guitar
might provide some rather strange sounds in the melody of life.
February 4, 2010 at 1:23 pm
Why don’t you add an RSS subscription option so I can get this in my reader?
February 4, 2010 at 2:32 pm
RSS added, bottom right of menu on main page. Thanks for your, all of your, visits.