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What Might Have Been


1

i plucked a string;
it rang through me
like a hook through
a fish.

i was hooked on
the fine 
craftsmanship;
the way the wood
was cut.

i was convinced
that the hollow
inside contained
a million dreams.

if i could only 
reach them.


2

christmas came
in a whorl-wind
of crinkling paper
and tinsel.
i opened one
of my presents
to find a guitar;
it sang to me
in secret tones.

i knew there
and then,
we would be
friends forever.

i had to bring out
the best
in my six string
friend.

so i conversed
with my six string 
friend until
my fingers burned,

i didn’t wish to
cool the flame.


3

time changed things
as it always does.

i grew tired of the
harmony we shared.

swapped 
my music books

and slipped into 
other pages of life.

now you sit in the corner
like a naughty child.

i watch you with dreams
now fading

into the screams
of what might have been.

 

Copyright © john mcmahon | Year Posted 2011

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  1. Date: 3/8/2011 10:45:00 PM

    A lovely piece Jonh. i enjoyed reading, just kip them coming
  1. Date: 2/11/2011 9:37:00 PM

    I had a clarinet, and I felt a very similar way about it all of my life. Your work is very descriptive and fascinating.
  1. Date: 2/3/2011 9:51:00 PM

    WOW! JOHN, I LOVE IT.. I HAD MYSELF A MIGHT HAVE BEEN BUT, THE SAD THING IS ON X- MASS ~ADDING THIS TO MY FAVORITES~SKAT
  1. Date: 1/31/2011 3:36:00 AM

    A thought provoking write John, would love to know what inspired it? Enjoyed reading it today ;) Wilma
  1. Date: 1/23/2011 5:35:00 AM

    Very creative and interesting write on what might have happened, john

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