that wooden guitar in the corner

the first poem i ever wrote. quite a few years ago now.

It was the start of highschool

And who was I?

No one really important with no special abilities

And that wooden guitar in the corner

Collected dust

Forgotten

Dormant.

 

And when I met her

She became my muse

Inspiring me to do something important

And that wooden guitar in the corner

awoke

Sensing the oncoming storm

Roaring to life to fulfill a destiny.

 

Now I’ve grown accustomed to that guitar

And it is no longer a way of getting her to notice me

But rather a way of seeing myself

And those emotions and thoughts that construct my being

And that wooden guitar in the corner

Becomes me

Reads my notes

And plays my own strings

 

That wooden guitar has thrown me into a world

Explored by countless musicians and composers

When I’m angry, it has a voice full of rage

When I’m happy, it’s song makes me want to dance

When I’m sad, it brings to life the sorrow

And that wooden guitar in the corner

Lives the way I do

Sees the way I do

Feels the way I do

 

Then there came days

When this woman cared no more and that woman never cared at all

As I had for so long

And what I wanted to say and what I thought

Had to be expressed

But not to her

And so that wooden guitar in the corner allowed for an escape from insanity

And rather than keeping all of these thoughts locked up

I let them loose through my guitar

And if she asks me to play something

I’ll panic for fear that this soothing friend,

That wooden guitar in the corner,

Who now has total control of my thoughts and feelings

Will betray me

Mock me

Laugh at  my weakness

 

She will hear what I’ve said to her

In my head many times before

A small voice being amplified through steel strings

Connected with

Living with that wooden guitar in the corner

And while others see this guitar as an inanimate object

I see that it is my thoughts personified and brought to life

Erasing all lines between the musician and the music

And I realize that even when I’m gone

My thoughts and feelings will remain

In that wooden guitar in the corner

Sleeping

Dormant

Turning some other needy soul into their own

Wooden Guitar in the Corner!

Reviews

[Alice In My Own Wonderl..]

"That wooden guitar has thrown me into a world
Explored by countless musicians and composers
When I’m angry, it has a voice full of rage
When I’m happy, it’s song makes me want to dance
When I’m sad, it brings to life the sorrow
And that wooden guitar in the corner
Lives the way I do
Sees the way I do
Feels the way I do",

this stanza was outstanding!! This poem is so original, but yet brilliant. I loved it! I could relate to it. Keep writing!