Two Poems

by Tom Hooten

 

 

The Guitarist   

 

Spruce, Stradlike, ages to sonic perfection

The musical soul defies death

And melody is eternal

 

Ah, the Rallentando of the musician

Fingers fret, foiled by senseless entropy

Demyelinating nerves muddle notes

Maestro now maladroit

Weeping washes the willing wood

 

“Move you ungrateful creaky old bastards,

sing my song of youth!”

 

Ah, bequeath the guitar to the young

They’ll fret feverishly, pluck precisely

Rosette again singing sonorous

musical madeleines of a former glory.

 

Ah, to be the guitar.

 

 

Blocked              

 

When creativity abandons the mind

And mocks failing desires
Let anger kindle a single spark-

an Original Thought

Embrace it

Search the infinite secrets of its origin.

Bio: Tom Hooten is from Alabama, an Auburn grad, and is currently living in Niceville, FL. In addition to his novel, his essay, "The Physics of Fidget Energy," was published in Collected Words From Writers of the Southern Coast. This poem was originally published by Dead Beats Literary Blog (UK). “Blocked” popped up in his mind in the middle of the night after he had been staring at his blank computer screen for two hours. Inspired, he finished a blocked chapter of the sequel to his novel Hollytime, which has the working title Alicetime.