(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day … You write, too.)
Another broken string,
singing the guitar
in pain, and here
I am, fretting the sound
on knotted neck,
playing the role of Luthier,
once again
Peace (sounding it out),
Kevin
If luthier were a five letter word and a Wordle, I would not get it– had to go look that one up. This poem works as a reverberation or response to the chaos of a broken string. The knotted neck is sticking with me.
Your poem takes me into the skin of the guitar. The pain and suffering, the desire to be healed.