Keabetswe Molotsi Poet Free verse

I Sit With My Guitar

I sit with my guitar,
strum away my discontent.
The sound of music playing 
is the soundtrack of my weeping

I sit with my guitar,
hold it gently like a lover.
Shut my eyes and feel through me
the rhythm of it's singing.

I sit with my guitar
it never wants a thing from me.
Just to keep it close and be
grateful for its company

I sit with my guitar
when my heart is wanting you.
I think of pretty ballads that
I could belt out to you

I sit with my guitar
I don't call its name, but yours.
It won't say a word, bless it
Won't berate me for my wrongs

I sit with my guitar
think it must be jealous cos
when I have it in my arms
all I think about is you.

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Robert A. Dufresne March 4, 2010 at 4:02 PM As much as we like to think that our imperfect love has no strings attached,...it really does... for now...and that ole guitar don't play without strings....... Thanks for your kind comment, Keabetswe. I appreciate it. This is a good poem and understood in the lite of my own guitar. God bless you.-Robert

Susan Palli February 14, 2010 at 12:49 AM Ah so touching