Pawned Guitar Poem by Toby Twigg

Pawned Guitar



Once we were as two strings on the instrument of Life's vibration
Each different in composition and position
Resonating one to the other in sympathetic harmonics

A simple and pleasant chord of quiet discretion
Far from the cacophonies of dissonance
That filled the chaos surrounding us

Now it appears to the tone deaf ear
That we too have taken up noise as our chosen song
Our once lullaby of love can no longer be heard.

Friday, July 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: divorce
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