Acoustic Love

We had to do an excercise in creative writing today, here are the parameters,

Write a thirty line poem made of one lone gramatically sound sentence, medium length lines about 10 syllables.

So here is what I cam up with, not to bad.


Acoustic guitars play in the foreground of my mind whilst im dressing for the day to come a day undone a day not yet begun; like so many other days this day is filled with potential hope and dreams that have yet to come to fruition some type of inhibition of my mind is causing me to stop this poem, maybe it’s the fact that it is completely wrong. Ha I humor myself, I hate these damned excersices they force the contents from every corridor of my mind. Will there be none left for me just to have. Must my soul spill out onto this paper once more??? Yes it must, because indeed this is what I have chosen, hoping and still praying that it is what God has chosen for me.

Acoustic guitars play in the foreground of my mind
The lullaby of wood and strings interwine
As they capivate me and pull with a sweet disonance
Resolve will you not, oh chord in my dream
Or will you leave me hanging over the clef
Trying to find my tonal center
And I fail once again at this excerise because this sentence is not gramatically sound, try again…

Acoustic guitars play in the foreground of my mind