bass

a poem about playing bass

bass

notes drift off of my fingers

the fret board is dark with silver frets

with one touch great rolling sounds fill the air

i turn the knob

electric edge blasts out of my amp

neon stars in a black sky

creamy white on inky black

the notes are deep and sturdy

full, round

i pull my fingers over the strings

going straight through them

smooth

my left hand moves by itself

curling around the neck

each finger

stretching to the next note

Reviews

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

The flow was amazing, just the chords of a bass! Riviting throughout the ears of your readers, the sound is indescribable! Loved it!

[Nishant Gupta]

ur poem is really nice write, do have a look to mine "QUEST OF LIFE"-
" this is about how one neglects his life ,pondering about this precious gift of nature unnecessarily ".

[Grant P.]

I liked this poem. It was very straight forward and has the flow as if you are actually playing the bass. Good work, keep it up.