Guitar Poem by Della Perry
Guitar
A lonely six string guitar
Sits in the dark corner
Of a once tidy bedroom
Dust-caked, missing the vibrations of once heard tunes.
A ukulele box to keep it company
Empty cold cardboard
Lost it's soul
For the ukulele is loved; for now.
They look at each other
Mirror images
Reflecting each others mourning song
For the sounds that make them alive
For the notes that will never be played.
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4/26/2024 1:21:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
can't you play each one one-handed..........at the same time? i'd say its, not it's here...........and other's, not others here. i may be wrong about other's. the computer keeps underlining it in red. Empty cold cardboard Lost it's soul For the ukulele is loved; for now.......................... the box lost its soul (the ukulele?) . i like the semicolon in front of for now. have you moved on yet to a harp? ? They look at each other Mirror images Reflecting each others mourning song..............They referring to the dusty guitar and the empty u. box? ? if i were a picky reader (heh heh) i'd wonder if one word in the Poet's Note is correct (or if you added a letter, thereby changing the meaning) . but i'm NOT picky. thanks for the p. note. bri :)