Solo

This poem isn’t going well

It pains me to tell you

I cannot sing, 

I was banned from Karaoki

(true story)

And I’m ashamed to say

I only learned to play

rudimentary piano, and guitar

and sing off key

my Bob Dylan repertoire

Some were kind

She’s got a character voice

But others cruel

 Sing solo my friends would say

So low we can’t hear you

And maybe (I can only guess)

That is why I write poetry today.




 Challenge: write a poem that involves people making music together, and that references – with a lyric or line – a song or poem that is important to you.

Comments

  1. ChadoApril 24, 2025 at 8:20 PM

    I love karaoke but I can also relate, in fact I love singing Bob D. songs...

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 24, 2025 at 8:26 PM

    I know that feeling! (And would never even attempt karaoke.)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Carol JacksonApril 24, 2025 at 9:16 PM

    Expression is what's important. Your voice is fine, whether you sing or not.

    ReplyDelete

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