i drag a hard thumb
criss-cross your
strings,
blind plucking like
i crafted your hollow,
then threaded
each one..
for my
pleasure,
never devoted the
hours nor ears
to commit your
melody to
heart,
rather, i bled for the
promise of magic
a true song
contains,
in that strained key
i’ve fingered for
too long to
know,
it’s no longer a
love song
i strum,
++++
but the howl of
lone wolf..
when there’s no
moon left to
bark at..
beyond today’s
crashing
sun.
– Grumpy Gorman
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..a hard strum for my puny thumb.
“..a hard strum for my sucked thumb.” Brilliant! I’m a thumb sucker from waaay back (I finally stopped when I was 26). 😉
I was 13 when i stopped 😉 i was a closet sucker though i once forgot during an exam at school.. and well, that was a fun bus ride home. 😉 Have a great weekend!