While Her Guitar Gently Weeps
An old Poets of G+ Prompt from 2013
Published in
Aug 15, 2020
with a light bulb as a slide
her fingers blues walk
across the strings
poetizing the journal
of her journey,
in which
every note has meaning--
like what milk does
to a baby.
for the sake of survival, she
strums the roots
of the Earth
as she knows them to be
way down deep
in her soul,
while her guitar gently weeps
for the meek who shall
inherit it.
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