My Guitar

My Guitar

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

With burdens bearing heavy down a road that’s hard and long,
my body’s bent and weary so I’m reaching for a song;
my sorrows flicker " fading ..., faint ... - beneath the morning star,
while worried fingers seethe across the strings of my guitar.

Though seagulls fly forever, streaking, striving for the strand,
my troubles ebb, evaporate, with my guitar in hand;
their turbulency’s writhing neath the notes within the air -
and hunted by the haunting beat, they’re vanquished everywhere.

With melodies erupting, bursting, splashing night with dawn,
the drifting dancing demons die, as time goes swirling on;
refrains are roaming randomly across the rusty skies,
while cares have vanished, draped in dust of distant lullabies.

© 2017 Terry O'Leary


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You had me at the title (guitar is one of my favorite instruments to play) but there is so, so much more to this piece that is wonderful... flow, rhyme, words choice, and imagery are superb... how many of us turn to a song when we are burdened; and how many of us musicians strum our frustrations and demons along those strings.... this is how is always is for many of us: we play our cares away... great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Oh yes, the guitar heaven sent!
Thanks so much for your detailed 'critique'!
....................

9 Years Ago

My pleasure!



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You have a wonderful ability with words. Love your writes. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks to CherryPepperWeb for the RR for this one. She must have felt I had an affinity with the guitar also. Theres nothing like losing yourself for a few hours with old friends (tunes) - one leading to the next in your repertoire and before you know it, you're lifted. Such is the power of the instrument.
Very well written and most enjoyable poem Terry.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Gee
Such an easy read,so well written

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind words!
Really good! I play guitar, and this poem was just perfect!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thanks... your praise is perfect... ;-)
This is such as lovely read. Music is life. And there's nothing like music to soothe all your sorrows. I absolutely loved the last stanza. It felt like a song in itself. Wonderful writing. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thanks, Maja...
I'm happy you enjoyed!!
So lovely! Keep writing! :))

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thanks!
I'll try... ;-)
so you lose your self in that guitar,play those blues away,great write

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thanks! It's easy to get lost! Glad you enjoyed my words... :-)
 wordman

9 Years Ago

my pleasure
You had me at the title (guitar is one of my favorite instruments to play) but there is so, so much more to this piece that is wonderful... flow, rhyme, words choice, and imagery are superb... how many of us turn to a song when we are burdened; and how many of us musicians strum our frustrations and demons along those strings.... this is how is always is for many of us: we play our cares away... great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Oh yes, the guitar heaven sent!
Thanks so much for your detailed 'critique'!
....................

9 Years Ago

My pleasure!
This was so wonderful!! Such a smooth lyrical flow that just carried me along. Like magic.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thank you Cherry!
Your comment is also so wonderful!
Cherry Pepperweb

9 Years Ago

You're welcome Terry! :)
amazingly written keep it up !!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thanks... :-)

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