The Living Guitar
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The Living Guitar
The guitar chords strum “BLOWNLY” in deep throbbing tones,
vibrating with their ending, like a heart that moans.
The guitar strings wine ‘’GWENNDDA” to our receptive ears.
And with their soothing melody, they ease our wanton fears.
The guitar clip is “SQUEALING’’ short quick skidding sounds.
That cross the strings so rapidly no echo is ever found.
The guitar is like a woman, who with her shapely curves,
sings a cerci song, to generate the verve.
2/8/17
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2017
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