You reap what you sow
You said time stopped as if planets conspired, magic. You picked me up with no regard for propriety, or anyone around, took me into your arms. You felt inspired.
Then you cast me aside, snagged a new model chasing fame and fortune, all flash and tin. Said I changed- just didn’t feel the same anymore. They say you lost your soul.
There were others after you who made me sing. Ultimately, I found one who knew how to love my measured rise in intensity, emotive vibrato. My strings bending to his tonal drive, registral climb. For him I gently weep.
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P.S. Please make sure to read the others.
An addendum- I just took time to go back and start reading FF entries. Sheepishly, I realize that Rochelle wrote of George Harrison and the gentle weep. I SWEAR I must have tapped into the same wave length unwittingly. I wanted to write from the perspective of the guitar as a woman and Lucy came to mind (having been played by many of the greats). But perhaps I should rewrite and make it a guitar found in Nashville by a young singer-songwriting upstart who leaves her behind at the second hand store. Then perhaps found by a young Willie Nelson going on to make great music.
What a lovely story from the guitar’s POV. So well-written!
Gorgeous, Dana! Inspiration comes from a magic place, and it is not surprising that you and Rochelle tapped into similar grooves. This photo is so evocative! This is one of my favorites of yours… just gorgeous!
I love what you have done with this. such a great POV and so well written.
Thanks Dee. This one was fun to play with.
Dana, sorry I meant “cast” aside. good story! Nan 🙂
Extremely well written! Bravo! The guitar and the musician have quite a love affair going when the music is sweet, but when it turn bitter, the gig is up, so something is case aside. Poor Portuguese guitar! Really very good! Nan 🙂
Thank Nan. I had fun with this one.
The love between a musician and his instrument is so well rendered… ..
That was really creative writing the story from the guitar’s point of view. Lovely story. 🙂
I really liked this. Whilst the “gently weeped” line reminded me of Harrison, this line evoked images of Dylan; “Then you cast me aside, snagged a new model chasing fame and fortune, all flash and tin. Said I changed- just didn’t feel the same anymore. They say you lost your soul.”
Thanks Mr. Binks. Love that Dylan gets added to the mix. It is a complicated relationship man and guitar. 😉
Wonderful story, as for the first part, I predicted the voice to be that of a forgotten lover, but then it turned out to be the guitar! It takes wonderful skill to drawn such rich similarities between the two. I think it’s a touching look into how fame and success can change people. Now I feel guilty for my guitar that sits in the basement, not tuned or played for a good five years or so. I suppose it’s time to dust her off!
MWOAH! *rubs hands together* My secret plot to get everyone to pick up their forgotten instruments and make music is working.
🙂 I just remembered about my flute in the guest room. I think this is going to be a very noisy weekend in my house. Thanks for the inspiration, you evil genius!
Hey there! I remember you mentioned Lindsey Stirling a while back, and I thought I’d mention that I just wrote a post, inspired by her. I figured I’d tell you just in case you’re interested. I know you’re very busy these days, so please don’t feel obligated to give it a look! 🙂
Great idea to write in the voice of the guitar. And very beautifully written!
Thanks Jan. I had fun playing with this one. 😉
I agree that it worked, Dana. Love and loss and then love through the strings of a guitar.
Thanks Janet. I thought of this instrument, Lucy, that had been in the arms of John Sebastian, Rick Derringer, Eric Clapton and George Harrison (A brief interlude with Miguel Ochoa. She was stolen so we can’t fault her dalliance.) I have always seen music as collaborative not only between artists but with instruments as well. My violin and I used to have words and moments of grace. Thanks
Beautifully done. Mumbles to guitar “why don’t you write something like that for me?”
Well now…..you must treat her right. Kiss her just behind the fret and inspiration will come. 😉
A very different angle – and I was captivated – read it over a number of times ! Lovely word Dana !
Great POV. It worked for me – I even felt its pain… 😉
Thanks Sandra. I wanted to try a new approach this time. Though everything Bjorn image is inspiring makes me want to run away to Europe.
“all flash and tin” – Lovely.
Stop worrying! I don’t have a monopoly on gently weeping guitars. ;). I’m not generally crazy about anthropomorphic objects unless they’re well done. Yours is. Don’t change a thing.
Thanks Rochelle- I wanted to try a different POV this time. I was tempted to make it a poem and satisfy my NaPoWriMo challenge as well but it did not come out that way.
Very interesting. I like the “I moved on without you” thing… That really spoke to my heart.
Thanks Rachel. It is a sentiment that speaks to me too.