This is a poem I wrote about an instrumental guitar player I saw in August. Hope you all like it.
Rythmic
by Katrina D.
Masculine fingers dance across chords
stringing each note along the wall
leaving each phrase in my mouth
letting me chew on self generated meanings.
Elongated notes tickle my ears, caress my thoughts.
The strokes of your hand are gentle,
you hug the guitar close to your body
creating melodies leaving me speechless.
Your wordless tune manifests images in my head
helping me create a poem
of passion, an unknown reality
in which you alone live.
Your song, rhythmic and sweet,
giving me a gateway to creativity,
inspiration that comes from beauty in the unlikely.
Rythmic
by Katrina D.
Masculine fingers dance across chords
stringing each note along the wall
leaving each phrase in my mouth
letting me chew on self generated meanings.
Elongated notes tickle my ears, caress my thoughts.
The strokes of your hand are gentle,
you hug the guitar close to your body
creating melodies leaving me speechless.
Your wordless tune manifests images in my head
helping me create a poem
of passion, an unknown reality
in which you alone live.
Your song, rhythmic and sweet,
giving me a gateway to creativity,
inspiration that comes from beauty in the unlikely.



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