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
Image courtesy of NEKNEERAJ
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #167 , also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform
writing in north norfolk 
they do resemble guitar strings and the sunset is good music too… nice one!
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🙂
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But the memory is still there. So enjoyed reading this one as I spent yesterday trying to learn my first cord on the guitar. Now I have numb finger tips!
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I remember that!
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Wonderful memory shared. We sometimes let go of things but they never let go of us.
Keep smiling.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting! 🙂
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Nominated you.
Please have a look.
https://manumausam.wordpress.com/2017/05/30/192/
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Luv your telephone wires parallel.
Have a good Tuesday
Much love…
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Thanks Gillena!
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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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I remember spending a lot of time in my room with my guitar. No wonder my sisters thought I was antisocial!
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Some summer nights, when telephone wire silhouettes
strung across yellow and orange sunsets
resemble guitar strings in the sky,
Such a great line, Kim!
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Thank you, Victoria!
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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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Thank you very much!
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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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Thank you, Sanaa! The first thing I thought of when I saw the image!
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Lovely use of the image Kim, I too spent my teenage years trying to sound like the better players of my time, all to no avail though…
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Thanks Michael. I was doing well. I did GCE music. But, like many teenagers, I was distracted by other things!
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Yes as was I and a limited talent 😀
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Oh my ! I’m a young guitar player in med scho and I don’t get enough time because of my medical career. This reminds.me to spend some time with my axe. Well done!
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My wife used to play the guitar… and has not done so for many years, somehow it makes me very very sad… and she was quite good
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Marvelous! 🌹🌹🌹🌹😎
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Thank you, Dorna!
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Very nice :). You might like this poem. https://wordpress.com/post/substratum2017.wordpress.com/529
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that was a lovely post x
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Thank you so much!
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