1 Teaspoon Salt
by Gilly Wigley
When The Civil Wars plucks every note square on the heart strings,
the only melodies left to sing are loneliness and defeat.
Like they're both last to be picked for kickball,
battling it out for last place,
yet we know they're both losers.
When an endless loop of Hank Williams is stuck running on repeat thru your veins,
the only soothing thing to do is to belt your brains out along with him,
while fresh tears garnish your dinner cooking in the cast iron atop your stove.
Why buy salt when tears are free.
Author's Note: The Civil Wars was a musical duo until fall of 2014
Posted on 09/16/2017
Copyright © 2023 Gilly Wigley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Brian Francis on 09/22/17 at 08:11 PM|
Nicely penned. Yes and I agree. Only once more to hear Billy Jean plucked and sung by John live with Joy backing him vocally. But alsa apparently all good things do come to an end just like your poem. But we can revel in the high quality of the experience long after it ends much like your poem. Thanks for the share --bf