While Her Guitar Gently Weeps

[this is a prompt poem written for Poets of G+ and based on this link

with a light bulb as a slide
her fingers blues walk
across the strings
poetizing the journal
of her journey,
in which
every note has meaning–
like what milk does
to a baby.
for the sake of survival, she
strums the roots
of the Earth
as she knows them to be
way down deep
in her soul,
while her guitar gently weeps
for the meek who shall
inherit it.


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