Written in Church (Why Not?)
Guitarist
She leans against you, barely—
white maple is gravity bound,
as is black walnut, cherry, rosewood,
inlaid with a woman's name, mother-of-pearl
diamond, cross, bird before (or after)
flight. Your fingers release, press, release;
she falls away, and at intervals,
returns.
One Shot Wednesday.
Guitar photo by L.L. Barkat.
Labels: One Stop Poetry, poetry, sermon notes poetry
posted by L.L. Barkat at 8:00 AM
16 Comments:
Beautiful images. And writing is church can get you into trouble. :)
ah, a wonderful write...i tend to write in church at times too...never know when the muse might hit...i love watching a talented musician play....nice one shot!
I ditto. beautiful images. the entire piece is rather beautiful, and of a v good standard.
Beautiful - love the imagery. And hey, I'll write wherever the muse hits, why not? :)
Sounds like somebody has the hots for a lady guitarist! (LOL!)
Nice One Shot!
(And I'm sure God will forgive you)
Like this a lot.
Eric, your comment made me laugh out loud.
Nice!
beautiful...simple and lovely...bkm
Ah, this week philosophy, birds and music. What can be better? This piece so beautiful--the joy our instruments bring us is sensual and intimate like a lover and lasting longer and sometimes more satisfying.
Thanks for posting. Gay (@beachanny)
I feel the love affair between the player and the played!
Simply beautiful.
@Eric LOL
Well written poem; a great piece.
Nice! i saw her through your words
that was a very elegant write..beautiful piece..thanks for sharing with one shot..cheers pete
I love the connection between instrument and musician. I write their too - anywhere where God is
Love from the Moon
I used to berate myself for bursts of creativity in church. Then I realized it was only evidence of God's presence in the service. Wherever He is there is creative life.
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