I can't deny that my fingers were kept warm.


You Knitted Mittens For Me To Keep My Fingers Warm Whilst Playing The Guitar – And Then Expected Gratitude

When we were
First togethered
And the first frowns
Had been weathered,
I felt fight beyond any previous.
Confidence filled
And
Thrilled
Through me.
Since then, your don'ts
Have, brick-by-brick,
Built up my won'ts.

11:01, Mon. 08/09/2008.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 14:05

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2008-11-18


Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
Perhaps it's time for more does and why nots ... great stuff.
2008-10-09


Rob Graber
Love the title, love the ending--GREAT piece here!

(As a bit of a guitatist myself, I have noticed the "slight" reduction in accuracy produced by mittens or gloves, especially in the left hand's fingering; however, I do recall strumming chords--after a fashion--while wearing gloves in a frigid barn one night, in my adolescence a few decades back... ;-,)
2008-09-22


Kathy Lockhart
love the title--caught my eye--made me wonder--what has this guy-- have to say--in such a unique way--and now i know why because this guy--is a POET! : ) love this one. kathy
2008-09-22