I am quite fond of meandering rivers when it comes to poetry. The uneven flow that defies rhyme but gives us a steady beat and focuses on painting the picture for us rather than confining itself to form.
Old dusty attics are so cool. We never know what we will find up there.
j.

I appreciate that.

A touching tribute to music and musician. This may be the best compliment that a guitar player could ever expect. A feeling of peace and satisfaction is elicited in me.

When I’m practicing guitar a little later, I’ll play you a few bars. 😉

Excellent poem, Fia.

Now that was a song all on its own!

Oh, my–are you talking to me? I’m being silly, of course. I’ve been playing guitar for a long time, so these words have special meaning. I love the image of this damsel being moved by the sound of the strings. Who knows what will happen at intermission?

This flows like a melody. Great piece Fia.

Very nicely poemed Ma’am .. Neville

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always loved this one, cuz. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Succinctly sorrowful but deeply meaningful .. Neville

Such bitter aftertastes are often those that are remembered the longest .. Nice one .. Neville