We are invited by Brian at d'Verse Poets to challenge ourselves by using senses other than sight.
I HEAR
Strains of Stevie Ray Vaughn
Andrew learning
From one of the best
The strings sing and cry
Music enters my feet
The same moment
My ears welcome the rhythm.
Self taught fingers
Slide and imitate
Fender frets
Heavy strings
Music ends
Tractor motor
Reminds me I am
At The Farm
16 comments:
gave me a great sense of being there. :)
i like it, says it all.. and i get it, you know that is how i rate poems, it matters if i get them cause most times i don't.
I could almost hear him play.
Lynne x
Nice!
He probably doesn't practice as loud as I do...
Smiling at the way you end with the tractor motor running. :0)
oops back to reality ~ Thanks for the smiles Gail ~
music def moves me...stevie ray vaughn...very nice...i love live music too...can be such an experience to be there in the music...smiles at the close...
you didn't mention the jumping and jiving SRV's tunes induce. Great poem.
Wonderful poem, Gail. :-)
Would love to hear him . . . for real.
I think we all anticipate the day we hear Andrew play and sing. Lovely words blended together Gail, with the strains of Stevie Ray Vaughn and the tractor blending in. LIKE :)
Hmmm...sounds like me when I "zone" out...a refreshing time away!...:)JP
I love this today Gail because it is the very lovely part of just being at home. It is a very warm and inviting poem.
The sound of the guitar playing amazing tunes, and the sound of a tractor in the background makes for great music.
I've always wondered which sense I love more….sight or hearing.
I'd hate to have to decide…
=)
I can almost hear that music playing!
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