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I Hear Guitars a' Calling

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I Hear Guitars a' Calling

I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling When sinking suns relay their flames to fairies on the wing Igniting one by one the jewels of midnight’s diamond blaze As day becomes a yawning ash beneath a starry gaze. I hear guitars a’ calling from the clouds within the skies, With tunes which flow as purple drops from sad and weepy eyes Of silent speaking troubled souls who stand alone in grief, But hold the vastness of the stars within a trembling leaf. I hear guitars a’ calling from the beat beneath her breast, The murmur throbs of passion and a sensuous unrest That rumbles deep in silent woods before the raging storm And splits the air in morning meadows bursting green with corn. I hear guitars a’ calling in the gentle splashing rain, Which summons with a soothing purr upon my window pane And conjures up a childhood dream within a vagrant breeze Entwining me in cryptic webs of misty vortices. I hear guitars a’ calling from the waves on distant shores; They’re crashing out their monody upon the mystic oars Of phantom ships within the dawn and midnight caravels, A’ sail on seas of raven wings to moonlit citadels. I hear guitars a’ calling in the morning’s reveilles; They’re pouring fires in the skies and burning up the seas, While waking flowers in the fields and setting trees ablaze, And closing one by one the eyes of midnight’s starry gaze. I hear guitars a’ calling from the deserts of my mind; They’re howling of a hollow land adrift on empty time Where pathless sands are blazing hot, the sun is standing high, A thirsting dog is barking faint’ with tongue that’s long and dry.

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  1. Date: 11/26/2012 3:49:00 AM
    Such an incredible spellbinding poem you have written here. Every line perfectly woven into a beautiful tapestry. I love your expression "yawning ash". This is another masterpiece Terry.

  1. Date: 9/28/2012 9:19:00 AM
    like the lines beathe her beating breast and throbs of passion unrest nice flow and wickedc to read and the last line made me laugh with tougue thats long and dry davidscott

  1. Date: 9/16/2012 3:36:00 AM
    Beautiful images, and some really nice words! I enjoyed it immensely

  1. Date: 9/11/2012 5:12:00 PM
    Oie, very clever write, Terry! Would be difficult to pick out a favorite verse, they are all amazing. This has your usual flair of writing impecable rhyme and beat, while it allows the reader to ingest the content. Best wishes, Mikki

  1. Date: 8/29/2012 12:03:00 AM
    id say you are a poet mate!!! love it...

  1. Date: 8/28/2012 3:15:00 PM
    You truly are brilliant Terrry, how you pound out this kind of poetry is beyond me. Not a word out of place and every thought weaves a certain magic that gives me gosebumps. Bravo for a stunning write! Hugs, Lizzie

  1. Date: 8/28/2012 6:23:00 AM
    thia is amazing great one

  1. Date: 8/27/2012 1:23:00 PM
    You have given me another Fav...Now this is Rhyme!!! Love it! It reminds me of a song? Keep it going! Great poet that flows with rhyme! :o)

  1. Date: 8/26/2012 10:35:00 AM
    Dear Terry - O'Leary is it? A Calling has all the wistful sadness of an Irish poet's words. Beautifully written, Terry. What is monody? Kathy

  1. Date: 8/25/2012 2:11:00 PM
    great write

  1. Date: 8/25/2012 1:29:00 PM
    wow Terry, this has everything, good meter, rhyme, message, imagery. one of your best!! WAs it an entry for any contest, I wonder?

  1. Date: 8/25/2012 10:52:00 AM
    I really like this one..It has good rhythm, rhyme, and flow to the work..I like the tying all together with the first part of the first line of each stanza "I hear guitars a' calling"...I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Thanks for stopping by..Sara