Sunday, April 3, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 3rd Day

Wicked

Beautiful day to you!
Keep music alive,
Guitar tunes make it through.
I'd love to see you live.
My country has stages,
Great as that of sages.

O all those killer beats!
They still capture my mind.
Love ain't none like the sweets.
It's of the noisy kind,
Painful like I feel bruise
And you're right like a truce.

Your rhythms bring color,
For what is life, what for,
If not for better lore?

You brought back my own verse,
When I'm out of muses.
This love cannot be worse,
No music it misses,
When it's all in the mind.
These things you helped me find.

*****

Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
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