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Come Play My Guitar

by Scott Utley





I tossed and turned throughout the night, something amiss,
something not right. Thunder rolled across black skies.
Lightning struck shut both my eyes. My bed lay shattered
upon shards of glass. I wondered if this night would pass?
Clouds swirled by like comets fast. I prayed to God this
would not last. Take me away, my soul please spare
this doubt and pain, this noise I hear. This heavy night I
cannot bear. What I can't see is what I fear. When sunrise
creeps into the day, what in the world will loved ones
say? Well, morning came, morning went, my body wracked, my
spirit spent. The day turned into early eve while deep within
my dreams did weave. Finally, my conscious broke into a
world where flowers spoke. The life I'd known was all but
gone. Rocks and trees sang sweet love songs. I looked
around for someone to share this miracle I swear I hear,
someone to see the Robin's egg jump up and dance upon the
chair, someone to play that old guitar driving by in his
yellow car. Then I realized, it's just me, alone again,
just me who sees. I wiped the sweat clean from my brow.
Who would believe me, anyhow?

08/22/2006

Posted on 08/22/2006
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/22/06 at 02:06 PM

ah, the visions our mind creates - the paths it leads us down! Well done. I really like the "see the robin's egg jump up and down upon the chair"...

Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/23/06 at 05:21 AM

Maybe I can come over and pull some strings? ;) I love the rhythm of this one. The rhyme works well too.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/23/07 at 05:50 AM

I love your wild world-- and all the flowers speak and the rocks and trees sing and the old guitar just "drives by in his yellow car" -- It is a bit like a fantastic dream animation-- you should illustrate it as well as sing!

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