Play me.
Like one of your precious guitars.
Pluck my strings so neatly til they snap.
Stroke the wood so smooth,
So soft,
So forgiving.
Feel me tense beneath you fingers.
I want you to pick me,
To choose me,
To take me.
I want you to sit me,
Alone in your room,
Only you.
Stroke the wood,
Feel the tension.
Then play me til I snap.
I want to sing to your fingers,
Feel the melody in your soul.
I don't care if I break.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Players by Red Red Rose.
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Comments
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a very good poem, great use of the guitar metaphor, i like how you write about the strings and wood. thank you very much for your entry, and good luck in the contest.
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This is god, and I like where its going, but Im not sure it's completely done. I think it could be a lot longer, and more detailed. Good write thus far.
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Love the use of metaphor of a guitar that describes how a player uses people like a game, instrument etc... Just push the buttons, pluck the strings, strub their pain (oh, feel Killing Me Softly coming out in a minute). Wonderfully wrote,
x Empathic x -
You want to get played? Say it isn't so! Seriously though it was a great comparison to how it feels to be played and snapped. Great job and good luck
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