bitter teeth press against
my labyrinth covered fingers
sound waves roll from the tips
twanging and popping
a rhythm
a McCartney production
the Not Virgin Mary
Mother Mary
and I smile!
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my mouth opens and I choke
to the tune of a song
the branches growing from my mouth
brittle.
flowery.
and I drink it up like a glass of
lemonade
the tune so mesmerizing
I almost catch myself
falling in love with the sun again.
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Well if not this poem does deserves the title of"short and sweet" then none other shall.Amazing imagery referring to the teeth and labyrinth on the fingers.Being quite a passionate guitarist,I must say that with context of the poem,the poem could have been written on a comparatively melancholic note.Visualizing a person whose heart had been broken not a long ago,and the guitar and the plectrum with a collection of old country song could have provided a better context of reference to the magic of music.
However overall it,s a wonderfully written poem and look forward to reading more of your works.
Thanks for sharing this poem about the joys of singing while playing the guitar. Brought back memories of how fascinated I was when I suddenly realized that I could make music just by pressing and strumming strings. Twas very magical moment. Later I became a member of a band and the pleasure was increased. The poem certainly does convey the fascination that being able to create music on an instrument is capable of producing.
As a guitarist, though I failed to get the imagery of teeth and a labyrinth on the fingers. Is this referring to how the strings dig into the fingers and the labyrinthine contortions that the fingers must make in order to create chords? Also, if the singing is pleasant and mesmerizing and makes the singer fall in love with the sun again, then why is the singer choking? So that choking statement sets up a discordant note. I would also change the title since it conveys an irreverent barb at the Catholic belief that Mary was eternally a virgin. That alone might turn many away from reading the poem and we certainly don't want that.