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My Blue PRS Guitar

by Tony Whitaker

seized by this electric fever strumming my blue PRS guitar holding her hand-carved body lights this languid soul afire blindly following her appealing call as a note from afar like the twilight and the evening bell, as the ship has crossed the bar whenever I am sad and lonely her song will then inspire and the ashes of my selfish soul are lost to my blue PRS guitar her rousing riffs and melodies on occasion quite bizarre she secures me in her song ‘goin’ take you (even) higher’ I heed her tuneful call to me not allowing me to retire excitement as she guides my hands to chords of her desire arousing from her inhibitions as the notes fill the pyre I possess a fervent passion for playing my blue PRS guitar

12/16/2006

Author's Note: This is my homage to my, for you guitar collectors out there, 1993 hand-carved Paul Reed Smith Cunstom 24 '10 Top' blue guitar. She is the best electric I have ever owned or played and I am so fortunate to be her partner!

Posted on 12/16/2006
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 12/17/06 at 10:10 AM

Great villanelle, Tony. I've always wanted to learn guitar, but my laziness & procrastination always seem to win out over my intent. ;)

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