Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
rehabilitation in b minor
By Joanna S Lee
in my house,
there are Names
that are never spoken,
drawers that stay shut,
songs never played. but
this morning I
picked up my left-strung
guitar
for the first time in
lifetimes, its
out-of-tune silvered
sinews
teaching me to
forget
finger
by
quiet finger, a
rusted
voice just
remembering
how
to
sing.
Joanna S Lee’s most recent poem to appear here was Resurrection, published in December 2010 as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone.
You have Beautifully captured the value of creative endeavor. The poem is understated and powerful.
A nice poem to remind us to pick up where we left off. Thank you.