A Minor

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A-minor

by Kim Lindquist

Fingers fall gently atop the keys

Not making a single sound

One chord strummed

Guitar

Slowly, one string at a time

Rings, then fades

til’ only a buzz remains

Perfect but incomplete.

You want the piano to play a melody

Fingers to trickle across each key

Percussion like two hearts in one

To beat, beat, to beat.

Most of all you want the bass

Notes pressing to your ear

But still, guitar, one strum, that’s all

One chord is all you hear.

The symphony unfolds itself

In it’s time, it’s place, it’s year

You want more, but the guitar will strum.

One chord is all you hear.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Mom says:

    That’s very nice. I can’t wait to hear you play your new guitar. Keep the poems going, you are so good at writing them.

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