Sophia White

Rookie ('90 / America)

Ah, The Soft Guitars That Play - Poem by Sophia White

Ah, the soft guitars that play
and lull the twilight.
I, unseen and all alone

Listen from a willow tree
feeling the warm notes
Like a breath wash over me.

I envision someone there
in the willow tree
Listening softly with me.


Comments about Ah, The Soft Guitars That Play by Sophia White

  • Rookie Anthony Joseph Erangey (3/2/2007 8:37:00 PM)

    I have played guitar at that time of day. Always wondered where the hidden listeners were. lol
    I really liked it. Nice job. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Aldo Kraas (3/2/2007 5:01:00 PM)

    This poem is beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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