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Fruit picking from plectrums
I've been lost
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
In a Humbuckers
field, picking
plump fruit from
plectrums, to fill stomp boxes
full of ripe fancy.
My fingers
cut deep on thin strings,
and I bend
with gravel
as I work away fretless,
always keeping time.
Weighed down by
a solid body,
sustained by
the richness
of a pentatonic crop,
heavy with rocks.
Published 19th Nov 2019
| Edited 3rd Sep 2021
Author's Note
Someone once told me that a male mid life crisis results in one of three things, divorce, a Harley or a Gibson Les Paul.
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Anonymous
19th Nov 2019 12:23pm
I think there is a number #4 and that is writing the great American novel. Or poetry and lyrics.
I enjoyed this symbolic endevor plum(b) full of wonderful P consonance.
I enjoyed this symbolic endevor plum(b) full of wonderful P consonance.
20th Nov 2019 00:17am
19th Nov 2019 8:31pm
You're a master of phonics, RL.
Some of the enjambments seemed strangely out of place in regards to rythm; however, I realize the methodical nature of the verse most likely dictated such.
Some of the enjambments seemed strangely out of place in regards to rythm; however, I realize the methodical nature of the verse most likely dictated such.
20th Nov 2019 00:19am
Thank you Ahavati yes its a bit quirky this one, but pleased by your encouragement, it was very rushed his one so it needs a proper looking at.
4th Sep 2021 2:56pm
