New Poem

His guitar was gathering dust

In the corner by the wall

He wanted to play again,

because hey, it’d been too long

So he picked it up

and strummed a few chords

He could tell it needed a little tuned

but even so to him

there was nothing better

than hearing music fill the room

By:J.N.R Dutton

 

 

A Major Inspiration

I want to take a momentary break from posting poetry to tell you all about one of the things that inspires me to continue to write it. When I was a High School Sophomore, there was a certain friend of mine who said to me one day after reading some of my poetry “You really have a gift, pursue it” or something to that effect.

That stoked the fire I already had in my heart for it. I am forever grateful for the encouragement, and will continue to write poetry for as long as I am able.

A Tribute To SRV

Stevie Ray was a guitar player

He played wild raw Texas blues

He poured his heart & soul into it

Spent years paying his dues

They say he played like a man on fire

& if you saw him, you know it’s true

His music seemed to flow so naturally

He played in ways no one else could do

Just when his star shined the brightest though

He was gone way too soon

By:J.N.R Dutton

Untitled Poem

Writing poetry is something

That often comes easy to me

Whether just telling a story

or pouring out my deeply held feelings

Even if sometimes those feelings

can be heavy, dark & frightening

When I write, I often feel my burdens

lightening

You see, it’s a form of therapy

and whatever I’m facing

I know there are people

who can relate to me

By: J.N.R Dutton