Brandi Guthrie

Rookie (3-9-76 / California)

Bass Guitars - Poem by Brandi Guthrie

Fingers slide as they press hard to resonate slow and deep.
Squeal as they run the frets up and down the rough board.
A low growl rolls out from the hard body, black and sleek.
The four string monster sings a solo of irrepressible chords.
Those pops and pinches snap through the air, speaking to me.
With ancient tone; a voice I know, calling to my soul.
“Follow me and lose yourself amongst the crowd, unseen.”
“I`ll mystify and carry you away in the enigma of my song.”
How does this wood formed creature rock me to the core?
Its round wound metal music makers strum into the night.
Whilst reducing me down to a naughty bass guitar whore.
For three and a half minutes everything in me feels right.

Comments about Bass Guitars by Brandi Guthrie

  • Adam Reed (6/3/2010 4:13:00 PM)

    this is a pretty unique poem :) . im pretty jealous lol i dont know anything about bass guitars. well i know a little bit now haha but still :) (Report) Reply

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  • (5/22/2010 11:03:00 AM)

    I can imagine you playing bass guitar right now. I can practically hear the music. Great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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