Dusk slips into the room
the guitarist gently
plucks the strings
Silver light fills spaces
between breath and silence
with soft notes
Until all disappears
except player, guitar
and the music
Pamela Olson
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Very pure. I love the simplicity. Its gentle but clear, these images you’ve made.
Thanks for taking part in the PWB’s World Poetry Carnival.
And that is what happens when a true artist is in that “zone;” everything else goes quiet and is gone. What remains is the creative beauty.
oh this makes me want to just close my eyes and be carried away… beautiful… just beautiful…..
lovely and evocative
Beautiful– reminds me of my time in Spain, listening to flamenco.
Both lyrical and vivid. Very nice.
Simplicity at its best. Love the subtle, quiet tones you portray in this poem. Nice job. Have a nice day.
Lovely, particularly the last verse!
This is lovely. I often find when I play guitar, that I too, disappear.
I really like this one. I know how easily it is to lose yourself in the music. I play guitar.
I love the feeling of losing yourself in the music. Each word feels like a note being plucked.
ohh, the softness of this piece, the way she is written
lets me hear the guitar.