Playing Her

Posted: February 23, 2012 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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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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Comments
  1. WinterWrites says:

    and what a wonderful friend she is..beautiful

  2. Helen says:

    I love the mental image of tickling guitar strings to life … yes that’s exactly what happens!

  3. wonderfully creative description of playing guitar…beautiful.

  4. 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?

  5. rh8onda says:

    very sweet. I’m sure you play as well as you write!

  6. beespoetry says:

    I rather enjoyed that it could be about a woman or a guitar. “song of resurrection” – love the phrase.

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