Like A Woman

by Ares   Jan 24, 2013


It plays me like an easy tune.
It breaks me down in structures of chords,
And brands me simple in nature.

I caress her, like I would a woman,
Though a woman she is not.
Be ware of what paths your mind
And fear will set you upon now, for I assure you;
It is not that simple.

For my love is not alive,
Yet she still exists, caught in endless limbo,
Knowing nothing of human troubles or animalistic desire.

She came from nature,
But her birth is an act of murder;
Wood, brass and gold all sustain her body.

At last, here comes the liquid colour,
At last she gets her dress.
She is now complete,
She is now fulfilled and -

Like a woman I shall again caress her.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    What Ares has done very well is taken an object and given it a prequel to its existence in his hands. He has shown huge affection for his axe in this piece. For anybody who has played the guitar ( I can hold my hand up to that one) The opening line is very true and very clever. It is an instrument that masters you rather than the other way around. So much dedication is needed to play it properly and for such a long time it does feel like it is playing you. Plus line 3 is spot on, when you just can't get a chord right you do feel a bit simple. I will look past the split word in stanza 2.
    Stanza 3 is really deep, it points to the way you are removed from the world for just a moment when you sit and caress your instrument. I enjoyed especially the dramatic way you described how it was made, taking a different almost apologetic view. Then the final few lines link well with the beginning. Great write and worthy of 10 points.

  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    I think this poem has a lot of talent as a writter, great work

  • 11 years ago

    by Someone Invisible

    I thought of many things when I read this but manly to in my opinion not a very bad thought was of Brandy or Whisky maybe I'm wrong to think that but it's what this piece reminded me of. it's truly a work of art and unique. I love it

  • 11 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    I have an image of a man playing a harp in the clouded moonlight. Occasionally the amber beams reach through the clouds bathing the performing couple in spectral beauty as ghostly music, perhaps Tchaikovsky's Pathetic, floats through the wooded copse around you.

  • 11 years ago

    by Jason Rainey

    I love my guitar. That's my first thought after reading this. Awesome job. I love how open to interpretation this is. The group needs more of your words.