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My Guitar is My Mistress
by Tony Whitaker
My guitar is my mistress
attractive in her form
a voice to fill with visions
enhancing my senses
pleasing in a way
musician's understand
into depths unfathomed
She is my mistress
caressing her strings
she speaks of love
in lost and lonely dreams
searching in dark bars
part-time paradise
in parked cars
a friend you fall for
imagining a fairy tale
life forever together
She is my mistress
opening doors to
sobering sights unseen
awakened by
intoxicating tunes
from feelings
rarely realized
in our short-sighted lives
She is my mistress
allowing me to hide
behind a bitter wall of blue
where lost love lies
in a done me wrong song
as she sadly weeps in the
whine of the slide or
tremulus notes as
my heart
full of holes
trembles in melodies
of hurt full souls
04/20/2007 Author's Note: And now for those who found the other version too esoteric.
Posted on 04/20/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/25/07 at 08:17 AM I have heard this comment made by many musicians I know... .whether its a guitar, a piano, drums, you name it... for the musician, their spouses do understand... aloha |
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