mandolin

fig-16

and so it was a simple song

sadly played by a crippled gal

hoping she could live again

breaking into broken pieces

like a Picasso and now with

the return of her brain she

seeks her memory

around she goes again

what will she play or sing

this time around

everything she can imagine is real

mandolin

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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5 Responses to mandolin

  1. kirizar says:

    Is this inspired by knowing someone or just a juxtaposition of images triggering poetry?

    Like

  2. m.a. wood says:

    It appears that they have gotten rid of the lymphoma in my brain and I a gradually returning to my original mental abilities. Things are gradually returning to wellness.

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