She waits
Silent as death
Fingertips tickle her back to life
She sings my touch
…and when the stroking stops
She dies again
Silently waiting
Her song of resurrection
Is just one pluck of strings away
©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)
This poem is Linked to PoetsUnited Thursday Think Tank.(Prompt:Strings)
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Exquisite.
and what a wonderful friend she is..beautiful
Yes she is:)
I love the mental image of tickling guitar strings to life … yes that’s exactly what happens!
Seductive.
wonderfully creative description of playing guitar…beautiful.
Nice quaz! At first- I had an image of a woman asleep- stirring at fingers touch- but then the strings- and I realised
BUT great metaphor for both. What would we do without music eh?
very sweet. I’m sure you play as well as you write!
I rather enjoyed that it could be about a woman or a guitar. “song of resurrection” – love the phrase.