I have never really written a poem before, except when it was assigned in class. For some reason, yesterday, I wrote one. I'd love to hear some feedback from people who know more about it. I liked writing this, and I'd like to improve on it. Who knows? Maybe I will be posting in here more regularly. Thank you for your time.
He pounds the nails
Into a plank of wood
And wraps the string
Around the coke bottle.
He plugs it in
And scratches out a few notes.
He picks up
An expensive electric guitar
And pounds on it like it's
Old junk.
He likes the crackle
Of the needle
On the record.
The sound is imperfect,
But not to him.
His favorite record is
The sound of one man clapping.
When I was little,
I would roll
A piece of paper
Into a cone shape
And tape on a needle.
I would spin the record
On a pencil
And make the song come out
As fast
Or as slow
As I wanted.
I bet he used to do that, too.
Because he has
All the guitars
He wants
And still
He chooses
to wrap the string
Around the coke bottle
And scratch out a few notes.
He pounds the nails
Into a plank of wood
And wraps the string
Around the coke bottle.
He plugs it in
And scratches out a few notes.
He picks up
An expensive electric guitar
And pounds on it like it's
Old junk.
He likes the crackle
Of the needle
On the record.
The sound is imperfect,
But not to him.
His favorite record is
The sound of one man clapping.
When I was little,
I would roll
A piece of paper
Into a cone shape
And tape on a needle.
I would spin the record
On a pencil
And make the song come out
As fast
Or as slow
As I wanted.
I bet he used to do that, too.
Because he has
All the guitars
He wants
And still
He chooses
to wrap the string
Around the coke bottle
And scratch out a few notes.