Atef Ayadi


Acoustic Guitar - Poem by Atef Ayadi

Who is the guitar?
Who is the player?

One thing I am sure about
I never played with a
Missing wires
Or unadjusted

Acoustic guitar!

I do not even try!

So lady go and adjust yourself,
Your wires,
Your bolts,
Your springs,
Your hands
And check the oil if it needs
To be changed.


Everything looks
Like
A musical chaos.

But,
Sometimes
It comes to my feelings:

An acoustic guitar
Without
Wires
Is like messaging the skin
Of a drum.

So lady,
Tune into yourself
Than tune in me,
So we can
play together
A symphony
Starting from a primitive smiling ritual
To a civilized hungry angry love.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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