September 2015
Although I have been writing for a while, I just recently gathered the courage to try to have my work publish my work publicly. I have always been in love with language and poetry and have been amazed at how the right combination of words can have such an effect on human emotions. My father was an aspiring poet and artist but never got to see his work through unfortunately. I am hoping that his influence and my work may touch someone that needs it one day. The right words can change people's lives. I know they have for me.
Ends
snow falls
winter creeps
death beckons
darkness calls
wind speaks
life's lessons
wooden walls
forever keep
no exceptions
Acoustic
Steel strings sing songs
when
strummed
Tall tales told through
sliding
thumbs
Flickering fingers flow free
and
fast.
Loves lost, lessons learned
at
last.
Carefully crisp, calmly come
his
chords.
Wisdoms whispered without
without
words.
Musical memories, melodies, melt
and
move.
Partially pleasant, partially painful
they
prove.
Final fret, final finger
he
flings.
Sad song silently still
he
sings.
snow falls
winter creeps
death beckons
darkness calls
wind speaks
life's lessons
wooden walls
forever keep
no exceptions
Acoustic
Steel strings sing songs
when
strummed
Tall tales told through
sliding
thumbs
Flickering fingers flow free
and
fast.
Loves lost, lessons learned
at
last.
Carefully crisp, calmly come
his
chords.
Wisdoms whispered without
without
words.
Musical memories, melodies, melt
and
move.
Partially pleasant, partially painful
they
prove.
Final fret, final finger
he
flings.
Sad song silently still
he
sings.
©2015 Angelo Amos