The great escape
From the black and white keys
Was my Fender
Shiny and smooth
Never been used
Fingers on frets
Calloused and tender
Took flight to the strings
Imprinting my skin
Tuning from ear
Playing by heart
Ascending my dreams
To my Takamine
Crystal clear
In sound and conviction
Lyrics of soul
Leaving lips
Not kissed
Love not lost
Hope only tossed
To dogma days
And sultry ways
Of my Ovation
Acoustic nirvana
Standing up tall
And I had the gall
To write, to sing
Create the flow
Of beat and sweet
Surrendering all
That I am
~
Anthony gave us the opportunity to share our love of music today at dVerse.
My guitars of past and present are pieces of my life.
I would be lost without music.
mishunderstood 
I play guitar and ukulele so I can def relate to the tender and calloused fingers… smiles
Hope only tossed
To dogma days
And sultry ways
Of my Ovation
Acoustic nirvana
^^^ love this too 🙂
Thanks, Anthony!
a little acoustic nirvana….nice…
i played bass…a bit of guitar….mostly wrote songs
and sang…but it was an escape for sure…
It really is an escape…and a place to create.
I’d love to play the guitar…had an acoustic one, once. I so admire people who can play. Great poem, meets the brief well 🙂
Thanks Polly. I neglect my guitar for months, sometimes years and then pick it up again. Somehow, I remember what I used to play but there is always so much more to learn when it comes to a musical instrument.
Bonded by a love of music! Great post, love the sound of a guitar.
I think we are, peace~love!!
Acoustic guitar, blues guitar, folk, bluegrass…sometimes a little country 😉
It affects me, soothes me, comforts me, moves me…it’s ALL good.
A lot of my friends started playing the guitar, few still play I believe. Nice to see someone who began and pursued. It is a great instrument!
Thanks, Gabriella…it really is. I have not progressed with it as much as I should, but it is a reliable place to go for peace of mind. 🙂
Your poem shows me how engrossed a person can get in their music…..nice.
Thank you, Mary. 🙂
Lovely
Thanks! 🙂
Groovy piece. Loved the flow. Love- “Hope only tossed / To dogma days / And sultry ways”
Thank you so much 🙂
i too would be lost without music…and wrote a few songs in my days as well… have to grab my guitar more often..
I know what you mean, Claudia. I wrote songs in an old school notebook and I still have it. It is interesting to look back at writing skills (haha) but also the passion and emotion of that time of my life.
always thought the guitar would be the best to learn
It really is a versatile instrument for so many genres and moods. 🙂
i can tickle the ivories.. and my sister can play guitar.. but these percussionist fingers.. seem not to want to fret the strings… i tried.. i tried.. but i couldn’t strum a song.. to even my likening.. with anything.. but the beat of life.. keys of ivory.. or plastic..too…in digital way..of bits and bytes..of DIGITal art!..:)of poetry 2!;)
I so wish I could play an instrument like that, despite the pain it seems to be lost into frets
You don’t know that you could not! 🙂
I love the acoustic nirvana ~ I can’t play the instruments but I so admire people who can ~ Have a wonderful day ~
Thank you, Grace. 🙂
How wonderful that you had the gall to write, to sing and be who you are.
Aww thanks, Myrna for your kind words. 🙂
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I once tried to learn violin – your words exactly took to my memories. Lovely write.
Thanks Abhra…glad you could relate! 😉
A very nice read who reminds me of a faraway friend and her love affair with her guitars.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Thank you, Mark and for stopping in. 🙂