The Visit
My guitar hangs anxiousOn the wallWaiting for a songSix strings needing to bendDown the hallMy mother closes a doorLike she's done for so many yearsBut now I worry for how many moreToday we looked at...
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Dan,There is a sadness in these lines.The guitar with no songs brings to mindFerlinghetti's 'don't let that horse' whichdelights me to think about. (entirely different,but just made me think of it)I...
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Very melancholy. Deep-seated worry is laced through this well-written poem of life's uncertainty . . .
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Dan, I always feel that a guitar should bring forth songs, tho I know this is a metaphore here. My mother visited up recently and I feel a lot of the emotions that you portray here. (it is obvious...
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Lovely poem, full of the dark clouds of life, but methinks with a faint edging of silver to it. Very nicely put. Keith(backstreetdreamer)
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the third verse really gives this piece an emotional depth for me.really enjoyed reading it-Dipo
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Thank you Sarah.. actually I play a lot, just seemed like a good vehicle for the poem, guitars never get dusty around here.. Dan
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such pensive musings from your pen -hope your guitar's muse returns soon...
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Quote:Today we looked at the seaAnd like a childShe stood against the windWith emerald waves in her eyesThat verse held such emotion for me *sigh*My mom will be 88 in September. Your verse hits home.
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Hey Dan. Great to read your work again. Whether you've been gone, or I have, it's still terrific writing. Nice. Enjoyed.Yours,Dark
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