Ellie Daphne van Stralen

Guitar Man - Poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen

black dusty guitar
stowed in a far-a-way corner
left untuned for ages
sixth string gone missing
a statue
silenced sounds
her guitar player
chilling on a couch
his former black beauty
with his graceful hands
elegant fingers
enthrall his black beauty
now touching now tuning
trusted and rusted strings

the guitar man
and his guitar
in a serene silhouette
musics' unique cradle

a small symphony
of purled tones
in his mind
passing by
in melodies

plucking away
in a magical mystery tour
on his face
and behind closed eyes

even without
the missing sixth string
a visionary revelation

finger picking
his once-in-a-lifetime
coming home symphony
of little great tunes
caressing tenderly
ears, eyes and skin
of wishful souls and longing hearts


Comments about Guitar Man by Ellie Daphne van Stralen

  • Khairul Ahsan (9/5/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    A very nice poem, soothing to read, as if hearing the music produced by the guitar man and his black beauty. My son is an aspiring guitarist and I'll ask him to read this poem.
    'elegant fingers
    enthrall his black beauty
    now touching now tuning
    trusted and rusted strings'
    So beautifully expressed!
    I am new to poemhunter but whatever I've read so far makes me prone to disagree with Leslie Philibert on the second part of his comment.
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  • (1/22/2013 7:47:00 AM)

    This is a good poem, most of the poems on poemhunter are not much good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

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