okay. im new at this website thing. and i don't write that often. but my amazing cousin told me to try this. so this is like the only thing i've written in a long time.


Acoustically Speaking

Shined to perfection
An acoustic guitar is removed from its case
It sits upon the lap, awaiting the music

Overpowered by inspiration
Black fingernails strum the strings

One by one the notes break the silence
The C chord is played
More to follow

Fingers on frets move swiftly
Intricate patterns create captivating sounds
The wordless song continues

The rhythm slows
Abruptly, the speed accelerates
The quiet sounds crescendo
Playing is slowed to a stop
Inspiration has departed




Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2007-02-04 at 06:00

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Rob Graber
I like this concept very much: the musical instrument before, during, and after the "storm." The final stanza seems rather contradictory though.
PS: Any chance you would offer a poem or two in French?
2007-02-04


Andy
very calming to read. I like it :)
2007-02-04