You Ease my Trouble’s
That’s what you do
Have I told you lately
That you are my constant
And what you mean to me
Or how the harmonics
from your inner core
Set my soul free?
**
Or how the feel of
Your soft mahogany
Skin
Can be the balm
To ease my trouble’s
And calm the pain within
**
How your sensual curves
Hold my weary arms
Close and true
As gently my fingers
On your ebony neck
Brings sweet music from you
**
I can’t count how many
Times in my life
You’ve rescued me
Brought me back
From life’s abyss
And released me
**
You’re the one that holds
The memories of my life
Within you
The one that holds
My course along this journey
Straight and true
**
So this ode I write for you
To tell the whole world
Just who you are
These words of love
Are just for you
My guitar.
About the Creator
Gerald Holmes
Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job and discovered that kindness is the most attractive feature in any human.
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Challenge #1 Sweet Summer Song: Pick a song that represents summer for you. Use the song as the title of your piece, and to inspire either a poem or a short story/micro fiction about summer. Feel free to use some of the song's lyrics in your piece as well. So what does summer feel like for you?
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Comments (18)
Awesome ode to your guitar!!! Fantasticly written!!! Loved it!!! If you have a moment, check out my latest Limerick, TEEN SPIRIT!!! On a side note, today was the day the album Nevermind was released.
Damn I really thought this was for a person! 😁 You should totally marry your guitar (just don't bring it out at parties 😜 )
I sooo did not see that last line coming 😁☺️ beautiful. I really loved the way you presented this, unique and clever
Lovely
Love how you state the ode's object only at the end. Really lovely poem.
Terrific job Gerald! 👏😊 This poem is very original and poignant! Music is such a powerful thing and you’ve incorporated this spirit into the object! A Very clever ode.
The photo captured my attention...but the poem kept it. Nice.
🫶🏾Great job-📝💯🤩😎✍️🎊🎶🎼🎸
Oh what a great ode, I miss my guitar 😳
Honest to goodness...made me smile. Great poem here Gerald!
Beautiful! A wonderful love poem for your guitar! Well Done!
As a fellow guitar player I felt every line of this, music is the medicine of the soul. Very well done
Nice words and great challenge entry
Whoaaa, your guitar played such an important role in your life! Such a wonderful ode!
I love reading this—a beautiful ode to a guitar.
A fine guitar, well-used, is a precious thing--not simply for the one using it but for all those around as well. (Your granddaughter, I'm assuming, looks as much in love with it as you do.)
I don't think this this could be any more beautiful.
Dude. This is excellent! Well done.