He carefully sits on the stone steps,
his guitar on his lap.
He strums the strings,
one by one.
Practicing.
He starts to play,
ignoring the people that walk by,
with the leering eyes.
Then he sings,
matching his guitar.
And together,
they make a pair.
The guitar and him,
are one.
They know nothing can stop them.
Even is people think he's foolish,
to be playing in the cold,
his hat covering his face.
When he plays,
he remembers of his past.
The pain,
the tears he's faced.
He wants to paint a picture with his music,
he wants his music to be fine to the ears,
to be melancholy.
He pretends nothing is wrong,
by playing his music,
his mind concentrates on this,
getting every note right.
Then when he's done,
his eyes closed.
He hears clapping,
for him.
He stands up,
his eyes looking at everyone who was clapping,
a smile on his face.
Then he walks away,
going wherever the path takes him,
just him and his guitar.
Author notes
Contest ption 4, word bank 2. "I'll leave the light on for you"
A contest entry
- A few different options, Everyone welcome! by Brucie.
450 points, ended June 12, 2007, 11 entries
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This is pretty cool
I liked it and I could really see the man and his guitar, and it reminded me of my brother who also likes to play guitar and sing
Brilliant
Midnight
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Beautiful
I really enjoyed reading this one. The flow and the language you used was just beautiful. "He wants to paint a picture with his music". I always love to see what every writer brings to their work. Well done, thankyou for entering.
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ignoring the people that walk by,
with the leering eyes.
Then he sings,
matching his guitar.
And together,
they make a pair.
The guitar and him,
are one.
Love the poem i love how i can just see it in my mind like im standing there, like im just watching him, good job
but what makes me sad is the ending, but not all things end good
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