FLYING FINGERS IN A STORM

DEDICATED TO DENISE FLETCHER & JAMES CORBESIA

 

Resonator road
Tin shack swamped
Sinking beneath
Vines and moss
Dueling guitars
Electronic sizzling
Thrift store treasure
Shoulda stayed there
But it competes against
Lightning spears
Searching the ground
In a wet backyard
Here’s the star
My acoustic tenor guitar
Smug and safe
No connections with
The storm
Although thunder roars louder
Than metal strings
But electric unplugs
Acoustic wins the
Aging game
With a hot patch
On osteo knobs
And now the music
Under the aegis of
Modern medical heat
Allows delicate fingers and tendons
To play and sing
For at least an hour
Lost in the bower
Of the space time forgot…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Dueling guitars

 

 

3 comments

  1. You always write such beautiful poems and create great photos. One of age’s byproducts – pain in the hands. I’ve been fortunate so far, minor pain, but I see it in my knuckles. Glad you’re able to keep playing. You’re a beautiful woman.. ( can’t “like” on tablet)

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  2. Thanks so much, SonniQ! Glad your hands are functioning because I enjoy your piano improv pieces a lot! Yes, the knuckles into the wrist… ❤

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  3. Thank you for the kind dedication. much appreciated. by the way, you are the star, not your guitar. great poem!

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