Teresita Cailo Poet Free verse

The Old Guitar

Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
a reminder of love 
to many it was known;
guitar was always 
in perfect tune
when it plays the song
of two hearts in bloom

Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
a memory of love 
that was bound to fall;
when guitar played
a different melody
and broken tears
blended in its harmony

Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
could it still play 
that familiar song;
guitar in solitude
many years has passed
still remain untouched
by then knowing hands

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Deneen White September 10, 2008 at 4:20 PM music is a universal sounds and so melodious, nice write, take care D-nyce

Sean Kelly September 9, 2008 at 7:44 AM Teresita , this one says volumes , or should I say " plays"...

Carrie Richards September 9, 2008 at 6:47 AM What a nostalgic piece this is. We have my father's old guitar, and that's what first came to my mind reading this. My son plays beautifully, and has kept up the tradition, so needless to say, guitar music is close to my heart. Sweet poem! ~ Carrie