Your Guitar Gently Weeps

by Angie   Jul 13, 2008


Laying by itself
forlorn
as a broken
chord
no more use
it never was
faded fingers across sleek timber
glazed over with rich dust
a classical
baron
wooden
six-stringed
guitar.

**An Imagist Poem.
© Angie K 2008

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