—the confluence of poetry and images and occasional five minute riffs
Wow! They say hindsight is 20/20. Well put, Linda.
You're lucky, some people never see the truth!I love the shape of this poem.
The poem isn't about me—it's about a man who went to a pawn shop with his old guitar.
I liked this. Funny thing is, I wrote my Big Tent poem last night about a protest . . . to be posted tomorrow a.m. :-)
Guitars always have stories to tell.