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By Ghost
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24 November 2007 |
Curvaceous as voluptuous woman
Sawn cedar and rosewood grand
Contours of classic dreadnought
Crafted By Luthiers hand
A dedication of delicate fingers
Unaccustomed and so untoward
Scour the fretted expansion
Of augmented and popular chord
Fossilized ivory bridge pins
Machine heads of shimmering chrome
Harmonic strings of angels sigh
Resonate like whispering dome
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Written by Fledermaus (3492 comments posted) 24th November 2007 | | Nice poem! You must surely love your guitar :D |
Written by rui (150 comments posted) 24th November 2007 | | Definitely must like that guitar. I tried to learn guitar once, but with damaged knuckles from another sport I never could play so well. Still, they are beautiful and you convey that very well. |
Written by Josie (2847 comments posted) 24th November 2007 | | Yes, it is clear that you love your guitar and you paint a lovely picture. Your rhyme and rhythm were good, title apt and all in all a delightful poem. |
Written by Phil (6963 comments posted) 24th November 2007 | Yep, your feelings come across well. However, the first line was a little too cliched for me and set me off on the wrong foot. Sorry.
Phil. |
Written by audrie (454 comments posted) 1st December 2007 | You didn't mention the painful fingers trying to hold down strings! Ouch, I remember it well!
Nice poem.
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