Watching chord progressions

the sunlight
through window pane
traces yellow spotlights

dust motes
highlighting golden
hairs sprinkled across

the back of your hand
curled dark
around the fretboard

fingertips caress
soft chords
clear notes

face intent, absorbed,
joyous with words yet unwritten,
harmonies not yet played

To be the rosewood
warm under your hands,
making music with you.

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Romantic Dominant
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 22:59:04

    This captures a moment perfectly. I have watched a lover ‘caress soft chords’, and have also been the guitarist playing for my love. Wrapped in sunshine.
    Hold the moment close.


  2. billgncs
    Nov 21, 2012 @ 00:42:35

    lovely imagery, will you read this also ?


  3. agjorgenson
    Nov 21, 2012 @ 03:19:24

    Any poem with a sigh in it has my attention…


  4. Ray Sharp
    Nov 22, 2012 @ 03:25:50



  5. TooFullToWrite
    Jan 15, 2013 @ 10:20:32

    Nice, liked this alot. The guitar is a very sensual instrument in the right hands!


    • Whimsy Mimsy
      Jan 15, 2013 @ 12:19:40

      Thank you! For both the lovely comment and for stopping by! I agree. The guitar is quite the bridge to romance, I think anyway.


      • TooFullToWrite
        Jan 15, 2013 @ 12:28:46

        You’re welcome, I enjoy your words very much. Guitar music is stimulating, dreamy and allows you to enter a world that connects deep within your soul. To dine on music is like feasting on a romantic banquet and you can never get enough to satiate your lust!


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