Two Guitars

2guitars

How far could we have pushed it? How far did we
dare? The cold didn’t
hit us so much then and our bones weren’t

the barometers they are now – not
so plainly breaking
down. And time, he was our slow

playground friend casting his long spell,
fooling us to think that
what we had was real.

But a new chord
could send our minds off in tangents to those
places of colour, much better imagined

than experienced. Two guitars, two
minds playing like John
and Paul, though minus their gifts, their

backgrounds; all still ideas
in the ether surrounding, mingling even with
Alexander’s breath, the vapours of many

great men – and
where are they? Great only
in books, and how much

lesser are we?

© poem and image copyright Dave Barker 2012

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13 comments

  1. brian miller · December 1, 2012

    dang…really nice feel…love the rhyme as well…he was our slow

    playground friend casting his long spell,
    fooling us to think that
    what we had was real…..just had an enchantment to it….better imagined than experienced….ha, another cool line…

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  2. claudia · December 1, 2012

    very cool…But a new chord
    could send our minds off in tangents to those
    places of colour…and no matter how talented or not… for me it’s always the fun and the heart that counts

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  3. AJ Walker (@ajwalker65) · December 1, 2012

    This was really good. And loved the last line.

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  4. J Matthew Waters · December 1, 2012

    marvelous imagery; i so enjoy this poem

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  5. shanyns · December 1, 2012

    WOW! I love it!

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  6. ManicDdaily · December 1, 2012

    Bones barometers and ether mingling with Alexander’s are wonderful notions that you slip in so seamlessly. k.

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  7. Colline · December 2, 2012

    Beautiful painting

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  8. Jenny Herner · December 2, 2012

    Live this, especially “places of colour, much better imagined than experienced”

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  9. Three Well Beings · December 2, 2012

    “our bones weren’t the barometers they are now”–excellent! Love the references to time as our playground friend, too. Such rich visuals come to mind.

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  10. Michael (contemplativemoorings) · December 2, 2012

    So much to ponder upon reading this poem…just how I like it 🙂

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  11. dfb · December 2, 2012

    Thank you so much!

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  12. Mama Zen · December 2, 2012

    “and our bones weren’t
    the barometers they are now”

    Outstanding!

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  13. callitcandi · December 3, 2012

    really liked this piece.. thanks

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