friend playing guitar
Thanking today Peter Watkins for his poem.
Guitar
Fingers like darts,
akin to fireflies,
zipping up and down, creating art,
along the fret board so the tune never dies.
Never stopping, undying,
Through the air, the notes are flying.
Striking out a barre,
slipping into a scale,
plucking the strings, in a swift flurry to blind like a star,
a needle sewing a tapestry that will fail to grow frail.
Never forgotten, undying,
Through your ears, the notes are caressing.
Until the plucking,
becomes part of you,
a song in the back of your mind, soothing your sighing,
coming to surface whenever your troubles come to face you.
Always remaining, undying,
Through your heart, the notes are building…
Until they’re ready to be let free.
Through violence, passion, creativity? It’s not up to me!
bCL Photography 
Lovely textures, and I like your use of DOF
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Thank you Sue! I’m glad you appreciate the details!!
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Love the angle of the photo Cosme and I love the quote from Segovia!
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Thank you very much Julie for visiting my page and reading the entire post. 🙂 🙂
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Great Pic and a nice compliment with the poem!
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Thank you!! Thank you very much for stopping by and reading the entire post. 🙂 🙂
Sometimes I add a poem of a young poet like today. I’m glad you like it!
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