before the door
clicks out the world
the ivory would have carved already its due
and grapples dug culverts spine to rib
and the nacre of buttons and the beads of necklace and the seam of cotton
exploded
your body the wailing fragility of guitar
mine
the irreverent stomping boot
Author notes
guitar - or is it passion in exactly 50 words?...
A contest entry
- finger music: strings by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended February 25, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I think my eyes got stuck in the "wailing" and "stomping"!! I really like this poem... I think almost more than your other entry - especially for the mood you've managed to pack into this one, the shape that resembles a guitar and my, those closing lines - brilliant!
Thank you for creating these body-wails and stomping-hips for our contest!! And btw, the title is perfect....impatience indeed
~ Nicolette
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hmmm...double the fun, eh?
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"your body the wailing fragility of guitar
mine
the irreverent stomping boot"
Well, somebody's gotta keep time. 
Beautiful as always, Scribe. Good luck in Nic & Guy's contest, my Friend. I gotta stop readin' the entries or I'll never find the courage to write one for it. 
Wanda
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Did you noticed that even your poem is in the shape of guitar...was that by chance or it was with a certain purpose? I know this music so well with a less words than 50, when player and guitar resounds the same tunes. Still can feel its body on my lap and all strings under my fingers play.
~Sonja~
p.s. where my applauses vanished? instead of regular I am sending you this
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Lest we forget the drumbeat of hearts after reading such lullabies? Brilliant.
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