While my guitar gently weeps

by Lonely Rider   Nov 2, 2010


Memories of yesterdays,
whisper softly,
tingling like a
waft of familiar fragrance
lost in timeless space.

The songs we composed
for long winding road
remained unsung,
-smeared -
on lifeless paper.

The solitary night
stitches notes from
-scattered rhymes-
playing the missing song.

While my guitar gently weeps.

* written for a song title club-challenge

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  • 14 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Yet another excellent read which made me
    smile. From start to end it flowed smoothly with touching visuals...good job with the challenge!

  • 14 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    This was amazing, what a great job you did with this. Keep it up girl we miss your poems from one to the other

  • 14 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Good work with the title, your poem fit it very well. As I read, I could actually imagine a guitar gently weeping as it played these words. Well done.

  • 14 years ago

    by Jad

    This poem was indeed filled with sadness that gave this poem a great depth and passion that the writer, you, could only give it. I was really impressed by every line and the simply language you use makes it easy to understand also the flow of the poem was great as well. Great job and keep writing.

  • 14 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Omg I love this poem. A very sad verse. Well said, well written. Amazing word choice, the metaphors moved me from my place!

    opening stanza was very strong, and the ending line was just touchy!
    i loved the over all creativity, and the new ideas.
    It had a nice flow, with a sad atmosphere.
    I think I just love it!

    5/5

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