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12 string puppet
Carve me from the edges of your memory
You whisper potent orchids to us all
They linger but we cannot tell their authenticity
Nor how many you bestow
You plumb the new condition
You said the timing never seemed to bring a door
But you court me and feel sure
You bounced me from your strings (harmonics)
A marionette completely at your whim
You sung me through your verses
Let me rest in your refrain
So soon familiar
I know your sound
And love to hear it all the same
Less painful over time, like a softening of your name
You were always in the wings
For different reasons
And I, besotted baby
Barely in my teens
But you took me anyway
And touched every string between
(Polished the machine-heads
Your soft cloth to my bridge)
I have 12 the same as yours
I watch you strum them out to carry you to Babylon’s tower
The one I dream of building every day
You always left me with far less to say
I always felt that was a gift
Critiques
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
The musical muse is strong
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
you might relate to this then given your history
Geezer
16 years 9 months ago
Wish That....
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
I can see you with a banjo, or a uke, or a piano accordian...
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 9 months ago
Acoustic anarchy!!!!
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
I spread myself too thin to be very good at any of the instrumen
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 9 months ago
Master of all and none...
Geezer
16 years 9 months ago
12 Strings ....
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
don't spend her birthday eve on Neo honey!!!
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
PS I know Ravi played sitar,
Geezer
16 years 9 months ago
You are right!
Afzal Shauq
16 years 8 months ago
well done