Classical Guitar
the sound of math on rosewood rare
massive chamber ceiling high
Bach and Verdi solitaire
with overtones that never die
cascade drops of human tears
shining silver pings of sound
droning chords of churched up glory
marching cadence turnarounds
plucking strings in silent air
observe her hard ecstatic face
unaware that you are there
bathing nude in liquid grace
Posted Jul 25, 2022, 4:00 AM UTC
I hope that someone who has never heard classical guitar reads this poem. To me, it feels like the perfect artistic representation of how it feels to be entranced by such music. I especially loved your first and last lines, "the sound of math on rosewood rare" and "bathing nude in liquid grace," describing what one might hear. The first line resonated with me because of the alliteration and nature-esque feel of "rosewood rare" combined with the reference to math in music. The last line, on the other hand, made me think. It feels to me like the player of the instrument is baring his soul with the "liquid" melodies. I also find it interesting how you described plucking strings in *silent* air, despite the fact that the plucking leads to the sound of the instrument. It reminds me of deaf musicians, which goes back again to my hope that someone who has never heard classical guitar reads this poem. Nice job!
Thank you so much. I am a blues/jazz guitarist. I have been for over 50 years. I'm new to poetry although I write song lyrics. I guess you write about what you know. Look at a video of a woman in a long gown playing classical guitar. That has got to be the most erotic thing I ever saw/heard/felt. Watch her face.
I believe that song lyrics can easily emanate the same luster as a line in a poem. You seem well versed in your writing of this one.
The imagery is phenomenal in this piece. Your poem itself has a musical quality. The rhyming, combined with soft but powerful imagery creates something really beautiful. I’m not a musician by any means but reading this makes me appreciate music much more! Great job!
Thank you so much. The three parts came out like giving birth. I spent a whole day editing it. It became long. I knew the original three got it, so I cut all the rest. Crazy that trade-off between editing and leaving the inspiration alone.
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