Broken String



Babied the neck, tended to the frets

Grease from fingers darkened it yet

Strummed a few chords, tapped below

Looked to ceiling, chipped paint showed



Reached back for notes to go with the words

Tried so hard to find them ... string in shards

Now look down at the five remaining lines

Why is it so difficult to put music to rhyme?



Years have passed during which epics written

So much good thought penned, and not smitten

With words of love which always bores some

Others have dealt with violence - but no guns



Some dealt with disappointment over rejection

Those works are heartfelt - with introspection

Some describe issues of much social conscience

Those too are valid, and need to be out - since



Everything cries out for an appreciative audience

How does one find it when light is so penned in?

Perhaps it takes glass covers which do magnify

Both the reader and the writer - thus - you AND I ...



Christopher W. Thomas

4:20pm Monday 11/10/97