Guitar Sunsets

My passion as a teenager was playing the guitar,
contorting fingers into chords and positions,
resonating waltz and polka
from the sound hole of a Yamaha,
plucking delicate arrangements of Bach and Scarlatti.
Now my fingers will not stretch
across neck and frets,
too stiff and sore to press on strings,
too clumsy for harmonics and arpeggios.
Some summer nights, when telephone wire silhouettes
strung across yellow and orange sunsets
resemble guitar strings in the sky,
I wish I hadn’t given up – and dream
of playing like Segovia, Williams or Bream.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Guitar Concerto

Image courtesy of NEKNEERAJ

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #167 , also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

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27 thoughts on “Guitar Sunsets

  1. I love the image of guitar strings seen in the telephone wires.. I guess they are also becoming and anachronism and a sign of our age, in stiffening fingers, classical music, real instruments..

    Makes me think, this one, of what is being lost so rapidly.

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  2. This really touched me – I was that same guitar playing teenager. I still love it even though it’s been many years since I played too. That serene, warm feeling in the end of the piece reminds me how that guitar feels. This was masterful.

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  3. This is soo beautifully poignant, Kim!❤️ Especially love; “Some summer nights, when telephone wire silhouettes strung across yellow and orange sunsets resemble guitar strings in the sky.”❤️

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