Guitar boy/man in memory of The late Leonard Cohen

Written on the spot as I go no thought process just going with it As I finished it I'll dedicate to my Favourite poet guitar man the late Leonard Cohen Feel free to play his music whilst reading

Gentle tanned hands
Long fingers strumming
Those warm wire of bands
He needs no sun no moon
Or stars
Or raindrops gently humming
Over bars
Just a coffee for his lips
As he scribbles out those bars
In lines only he can see his stars

In tunes he lives
No other thing really
Will he give
Or
Will ever matter or exist
His music is his air
it's
His survival I see clearly there

The music runs through
His core his blood
His pillow at night
Shows the sweat and love
Of songs in serious flight
That he captured
On a long sleepless night

Of an existence only a
True musician can feel
It fits him like a well worn glove
Unpeeled
His friends they drop by in warm spring days
He plays and jams for them
In his purple smoky haze

But what he really loves
Is to be alone in his little private den
And the tunes he plays much better then
He only plays for NOT the world
To hear and cheer
NOR to hear his mother say
Oh that's very nice dear
CHEER Cheer

He plays for his soul
His only sanctuary till the day
Of old
Till he cannot hold his craft
Or lift his eyebrow arch
And strum his golden wooden gear

He plays for him
His own true self
in his silent unheard cheers
And deep and darkest
Tears and fears

Author's Note

This poem is for all guitarists but in memory of Leonard x

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing tribute to a poetic and musical genius. "He plays for him...His own true self...He plays for his soul"...and for ours. Lyrical, honest, dark, true. Hallelujah Leonard Cohen and R.I.P. Thank you Julie for this Master-Class poem.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much you loved him too x

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Yes, so much. You honor him with your wonderful poem. x:)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes I listen to him in car always every trip to work or whenever I can at home

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I member when I first bought tape record of Leonard Cohen. It's was like listening to old legend in modern symbols. He mixed so well tradition and modern ways of art. Since then his mucus is with me everyday. He was not afraid to show gentle side of himself. His sentiment and romantic darkness of his live experiences. Your poem have everything what I described. You create a tribute to great a man.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I put up an artist pic of a guitarist didn't feel I needed to put up Leonard's pic I felt that would be intrusive on his privacy

[Coyote Poetry]

I was very lucky. I was station in Germany and the German people introduced me to Leonard Cohen in 1976. I saw him in concert twice in Germany. He was amazing. Your poem gave respect to the Poet of song. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Wow how lucky you saw him I've loved him forever and always will his music and his poems

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the poet of the song.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes same I do