March 12, 2010

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March 12, 2010

I.

 

Tune your instrument

To follow the beat

To play the right song

To lead your soul.

 

I’ve heard this one before

When I was a child

And it was new like

The whole world I saw.

 

II.

 

Alone listening again

With an ear pressed

Against a locked door

But the energy behind it

Is felt inside me.

 

III.

 

I imagine a girl

With a tie-dye shirt

Who plays guitar.

 

Out of thin air

An angel I create

To fly with me.

 

IV.

 

The sun in the spring

Is hot and I see

Commotion and traffic below

And I have to leave her.

 

V.

 

It was nice to share

A song with you

And I will remember the dream

As if it weren’t one.

 

 

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hippiegirl commented on March 12, 2010

03-12-2010

Hey this one's great, so creative! I really like it. Like a dream we've all had before...

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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