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The Man With a Guitar

Every day the man would 
Sit on the cold concrete in
The midst of a bustling city, weathered
Hands strumming a wooden guitar and
Watery blue eyes full of yearning

Some people passed by, yet
Others stood still, hypnotized by
His vividly mournful lyrics and 
Stories of heartbreak and abandonment
Composed within the depths and caverns
Of his own mind

And I pondered every day about
The meaning of his lyrics; why
Would the man sit on the cold 
Concrete for hours upon hours, his 
Watery blue eyes always searching?

But the man never uttered
Any words, never took a single
Dime; he just sang in a bereft
Soul with a guitar and a voice 
Full of yearning.

[Emotions: Fear and Despair]

Copyright © Mara Murphy | Year Posted 2022

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Emile Pinet Date: 8/30/2022 9:29:00 AM Mara, I love your poem, and had you followed the rules of my contest, it would have undoubtedly placed high. Unfortunately, you didn't date it or place the contest name and sponsor at the bottom of your poem as required for the contest. You are a gifted writer and I hope you will enter more of my contest...but please read all the rules carefully my friend, Emile. Login to Reply

Unseeking Seeker Date: 8/30/2022 12:07:00 AM Superb write, capturing the bleeding emotions of despair, so eloquently captured, Mara. Enjoyed immensely. Login to Reply

Brian Sambourne Date: 8/29/2022 1:26:00 PM An exceptionally fine poem that catches a city street scene of a troubadour strumming tunes that linger. Visually, readers can re-create the images penned memorably in mind. Congratulations! Brian Login to Reply