My guitar
My best friend
Having major surgery
To have its strings replaced
For the time being
While you are gone
I will have to carry on
I wept with you
My heart bled with you
Emotionally charged jam sessions
But I know when I pick you back up
You will be better
You will sound better
And we shall jam once more
And we shall jam like never before
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Author:
Tony36 (
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In this poem personification leaves the guitar as if it were a member of the band recovering from an surgery. Very nice Tony
Thank you
The human like relationship with the guitar make its feel so heartfelt.
Love it! Wish I knew how to play!
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Love the personification of the guitar. Anyone who has one and plays one (or more of them) knows this is EXACTLY how it is! Well done, Tony! A fave from me! 🌹👏🎸
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You are welcome, Tony!
There is a bond between artist and their instrument that is unique and unlike any other! 🙏🏻🕊
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You’re welcome Tony🕊🙏🏻
Lovely write, enjoyed the read
Jam away Tony, the music will never stop.
Andy
A cracking poem. Describing the restringing as though it is a medical procedure, a fascinating idea.
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Nice one Tony
Cool jam and rhythms
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