guitar

 

 

Guitar


song strings

laughing, striking, crying

sighing magical many things

Music!

Flatline

dead ground

halting , stopping, yielding

to the guitar's sound of dying

Gone.

Heaven!

God home

living, talking, telling

listening to a pure guitar.

Jesus.

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Blondie is my love, she has beautiful curves and a long elegant neck that loves to be touched. I love to have her hanging around my neck or sitting on my knee. She has shared my bed so many nights and even mornings when we partied until dawn or rocked the night away. We make the sweetest music together and although she never goes anywhere without me, she has her own set of keys. If she gets a little high strung from time to time, I just just how to tune her down and her soft sounds are always soothing to my ears. Did I mention Blondie is my guitar? lol Great poem.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was wonderful, very creative and inspirational... music is like life in many ways. love it.

[Doctor JKC]

As Dylan said," And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum."

An excellent write!
Jack

[deeps]

I like this write
I found it inspiring in ways.
Very well written write.