Musical

Smooth elegant sound
eminates from copper-wound strings
Black polished wood
reverberates bold acoustics
and subtle harmonics

Fingers graze lightly
o'er a neck of mahogany
Gentle pressure
coaxes the magical music
of the likes of Antoine or Michael

And she is pleased....

— infinite_dwarf, May 21, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.A. Poe, Lewis Carroll, Charles Bukowski, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlenghetti.

Critiques

mwrigas

17 years ago

i could practically feel the

i could practically feel the texture of the wood and strings of your guitar and resonate with the accoustics described in this poem. very well done. mike p. s. i love your favorite quote...i may wanna borrow it some time. lmfao

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

snickers

Not many people can appreciate that quote fully - I'm glad to find a buddy that does! BTW... what type acoustic is that in your picture?? Thanks for the visit :~) ---------------------------------------- "Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit" - Steve Earle

Kailashana

17 years ago

Ahhh… a woman of many

Ahhh... a woman of many talents.... love the poem... glad you realized your realization. IMO, musical instruments have a soul of their own. In the hands & heart of a musician, magic happens. Love. ~A "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

Very true, Anna

There are some days where the music just flows, and others where points need to be repeated - though I know the song by heart. Your guitar knows when you're in a shitty mood, and it reflects it sometimes! Or it's possessed.... one or the other... lmao! Thanks for reading and commenting. ----------------------------------- "Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit" - Steve Earle

Linda Moses

17 years ago

Jess

My grandson would appreciate this one , at 14 he is already an awesome guitar player. writes his own music, and is starting a band of his own. I enjoyed the read Sincerely, Linda

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

Linda

You can show it to him if you like. Writes his own music and in a band?! Wow, that's talent right there! Good for him. :~) Thanks for the visit and the comments. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

WDOA

Thanks for dropping by. Glad the imagery worked. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

bjp

17 years ago

Dear Infinite,

I am particularly enamored with the line, "eminates from copper-wound strings". Copper-wound can also be read as "blooded wound", which may not be accidental. Either way, it is a great combined image. The whole poem has the feel of a love poem played out in metaphor for safety sake. I wonder how it would be if the love poem was more evident and the same metaphors used in a more suggestive fashion? Adieu, bjp

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

bjp

No, no metaphors intended, though that's not a bad idea. Guitar strings are usually wound in either nickle or copper, that's where that one line came from - though I'll admit, I've played to the point of fingers bleeding, so under those circumstances your observation is completely correct! Thanks so much for your comments and visit. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd