Tuesday, February 14, 2012

As My Guitar Gently Weeps Comments

Rating: 4.6

Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust
Loose and untuned
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Robert Green
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Shahzia Batool 04 May 2013

A lovely poem...shows your obsession with your guitar...one gets obsessed with the things he uses like this, it's natural! instruments work wonders when they produce sad tunes...esp.guitar and violin...weep really! ! !

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Elizabeth Padillo Olesen 18 November 2012

I love this, Robert. Maybe because I understand how it is when guitar is not touched for sometime and what joy it is when you are able to hold it again and play your song. This poem can apply to a number of situations in life. Smartly written...

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Walterrean Salley 11 November 2012

A beautiful salute to the guitar, a string instrument - among my favorites. Thank you.

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Dave Walker 09 March 2012

A great poem, reminds me of my guitar, Not played it for a long time. A great write.

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