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Monday, April 17, 2017

Witnessing "The Old Guitarist" by Pablo Picasso

the slightest gesture
strums faint strings with
blue crinkled fingers that
bring forth your song

grey creates the energy cold
yet shivers are not seen;
belief that the answers are
written within your bones

your guitar,
held in many ways,
many circumstances,
many smiles

but this time
the tune is familiar;
an audition
for your own skin

silent gratitude equals
one penny for a
king’s coffin in an
open grave

the broken window’s draft
sets the melody as
hungry flies whisper
Play it again.

Play it again.

©Andrea Laws (Author) April 17, 2017