Scales, frets and silhouettes
race through my calloused fingers
race through my blurred mind
maybe I'll just ditch the guitar
and see what I might find
yet my fingers dance
on the neck of my soul
and scratched out notes
can't make my heart whole
picks made of pearls
strum over stressed strings
riffing through the reverbs
flowing through my veins
race through my calloused fingers
race through my blurred mind
maybe I'll just ditch the guitar
and see what I might find
yet my fingers dance
on the neck of my soul
and scratched out notes
can't make my heart whole
picks made of pearls
strum over stressed strings
riffing through the reverbs
flowing through my veins
Author notes
I took this from something I wrote not too long ago and turned it into a song. Hopefully I'll finish soon.
Here's a link to the original piece
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5222101
In a list
A contest entry
- Another Chance by Ken-Maverick.
400 points, ended October 9, 47 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very nice!
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This flowed very well... awesome work.
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my daughter plays guitar and this is something i could hear her saying (singing). thank you for sharing this with me today and i hope to be reading more from you in the very near future. viyanna rosemarie
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beautiful
i loved it, it feels like how i feel when i draw dont ever give up ur guitar though, i always wish i could learn how to play and express my self through music, love this poem.

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good rhyme
I love the gentle rhymes, they're done very well. The imagery is well-chosen... "and scratched out notes/ can't make my heart whole"... I think we've all felt this way before, as poets, on the futility of art to bring about anything... and then we realize the power of expression... -
This is incredibly soulful, and I love it! ever line has such beauty and is totally drenched with emotion. I think this would make a wonderful song....it's just all around a really great poem/song. I can't wait to read some more of your work!
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picks made of pearls
strum over stressed strings
riffing through the reverbs
flowing through my veins
picks made of pearls
strum over my strings
riffing through reverbs
taking on wings.
Just a thought............
since the rest of your poems rhymes.

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I like your suggestion =D
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At first glance..
It entertains, with flow and rhyme written well enough to keep my attention as I read it again to understand. Great write..
Without "yet my fingers dance
on the neck of my soul", I believe the piece would be missing something very important. But its there.
I like it alot!
Keep penning!
Sean

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i think i like they way this reads a bit better Kuddos (w/e kuddos are ... a snack mix i think)
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Oh yeah!
This was good originally and is still good. I love cleverness and originality and this has it. Great words and metaphor in there that grabs me. I love the "fingers dance on the neck of my soul" line. That's wonderful. You're excellent at this type of thing. Great job Miss Vron!
Huge hugs,
GP Paul

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