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[aid] => mick
[title] => a guitar pick
[time] => 2004-09-29 15:56:52
[hometext] => descriptive poem for a poetry class im in
[bodytext] => A guitar pick Its not a triangle, but it is triangular .As thin as the nail of a finger, Yet 3 fingers can’t destroy it. So small and yet able to endure weight Like an ant. Colors intertwine in one another. Shades of gold and brown and yellow Mingle, like guests at a party. When held up, it is a curtain, Turning my finger in to a mere shadow. From close up it the colors resemble a kaleidoscope As its moved further from an eye The top lights up. Gold. Illuminating the whole pick Making the top stand out Like a duck In a flock of geese. The Lettering, “fender medium”. . Indentations and chips cover it. Theyr’e not like craters on a planet More like tiny imperfections On a piece of china. Almost hidden But shouting out memories. Memories of those comfortable chords Making up for feelings as empty as an abandoned warehouse. Memories of celebration While playing with the band. Memories of hope of the Future concerts, and the songs That had been written. Memories of depression and scattered lexapro pills on a desk. All tightly concealed in the imperfection. Is the picture worth a thousand words? Then the rip in it must be worth a million. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 43 [informant] => netweight23oz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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