Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust
Loose and untuned
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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...
A beautiful salute to the guitar, a string instrument - among my favorites. Thank you.
A great poem, reminds me of my guitar, Not played it for a long time. A great write.
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! ! !