Scales, frets and silhouettes race through my calloused fingers and blurred mind, threatening to rip my guitar from my hands and trade it in for indulgent clatter from an ipod-nano.
I long for my fingers to gracefully dance on the neck of my soul, scratching every other note and ringing out the story behind the rosewood frame. Picks made of pearls strum against the steel strings, trapping the words inside each note, clinging to the life of each melodic tone. Colorfully riffing through the reverbs that flow through my veins.
I anxiously wait.
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Great piece. My favorite part is the title.
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I liked this poem from the first line, very musical...imagine that. I like the taunt of the ipod, as it threatens your musical expression
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Eat - All - Day - Get - Big - Easy
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G------------5---0-------------
D---------5--------------------
A------2-------------2---------
E---3-------------------3------
That is all I can say!
I like it, I like it so!
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Niiice. As a fellow guitar player, its great to see some writing relating to the instrument and the feelings involved. Well written- best of luck in your contest.
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a good piece - i tried to learn the guitar many years ago but i am not very patient and gave up. i do love music though. and musical imagery presented in poetry. this flows well and shows your spirit.
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"riffing through the reverbs" thats a pretty awesome line
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vibrato to my soul!
mangoes = yum. they're my fav too.
very great vibe to this one! i too have yearned to make the music come alive but have failed in the delivery!
stick with it. you've got a talent for writing throw in some good riffs and you have a truer beauty!
righteous write,
peace
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Thank you very much and thanks for the silver too! I really really appreciate it
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That's great!
I love the images this bring. It makes me wish even more I could properly play guitar, lol. It has a nice flow too.
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wow grate poem...
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i like this one alot.
my favoret lines would have to be...
"I long for my fingers to gracefully dance on the neck of my soul, scratching every other note and ringing out the story behind the rosewood frame. Picks made of pearls strum against the steel strings, trapping the words inside each note, clinging to the life of each melodic tone. Colorfully riffing through the reverbs that flow through my veins.
I anxiously wait."
and it remindes me of a song lol i cant remeber what its called tho =(....
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Nice work here
as a guitar player i know how it can feel.
You did an excellent job!
-Buster
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thank you
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Everything about this poem was great and flowed extremely well, with the exception of "...and trade it in for indulgent clatter from an ipod-nano."
I understand where that would be difficult to capture in a pleasureable word but you might try to work on one anyway. After you start reading into the flow of comfortable and pleasing words that flow right out ooff your tongue it seems you get stopped by something modern as an "ipod-nano" Perhaps if the line went something as this, "and trade it in for indulgent clatter from modern technologies tiny music box"
Other than that, it picked back up and flowed beautifully afterwards. and I must say the title was what grabbed my attention. Wonderful job. =]
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Man, as a longtime guitar player, I've got to say that was absolutely beautiful. I could sit and analyze it for you, but I'll do you one better... I UNDERSTAND THIS!!!
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thanks
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Love the title You've described the music in your soul wonderfully...
Love,
Stacy
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thank you
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I've told you before that YOU DO THIS KIND OF THING SO FREAKING WELL it makes jealous!!! This is beautiful and beautifully done too. Veronica Leigh Haft, you are very, very good at this, and it seems to come so easily for you too. Great, great job!!! Proud of you . . . and still jealous.
grampa Paul
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