Song
Unrhymed tetrameter poem and a story about the guitar
The guitar makes dreams weep.
The sobs of lost souls
escape from its round mouth.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
The guitar is longing for the drum
the drum is longing for the voice
the voice is longing for the breath
and breath is longing for the strength
the strength is longing for the spark
the spark is longing for the skin
the skin is longing for the touch
and touch is waiting for the touch
the touch is hoping for the cheek
the cheek is planning for the hand
the hand is reaching for the lips
and lips are closing on the lips
the lips are running with the salt
the salt is smarting in the mouth
the mouth is reaching for the word
all words are gasping in the sea
The Guitar and Poetry
Like Federico Garcia Lorca, I started learning scales and tunes before I turned to poetry. It’s one of the reasons I have always had…
