THIS GUITAR
Strum as you will each string on its face,
Words in tune with every touch of a hand.
What does it say as you teach it to speak,?
Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.
Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,
Learn from it, feel its heartbeat of magic.
This guitar talks with the help of a wanting heart,
Listen, listen as it echoes out thoughts, this guitar.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
One with the instrument and the instrument becomes a voice of your soul. Wonderful poem, Keith!
Thanks for reading
On Wed, Sep 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You are welcome, Keith!
I felt each word come alive, while I was reading your poem. From your writing it seems that you play the instrument as well. It’s a great poem! The imagery and metaphors are splendid! Great peice!🌸
Actually, I wish I did play. I just write.
On Tue, Oct 1, 2019 at 10:37 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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