Two Guitars

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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 thoughts on “Two Guitars

  1. 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. 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

    Like

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