The old man, the guitar and the thorns. Prose poem with digital artwork by antonioeviesart
The old man, the guitar and the thorns
The old man, the guitar and the thorns digital artwork
Greetings to the entire Steemit community.
I leave here a prose poem inspired by an old man who usually plays his guitar in the afternoons, in an avenue of my city, is an old man of the many who wander looking for something to quench their thirst, their hunger and even someone to listen to them because perhaps they are accompanied by a great sadness, I have also created a digital work, with the same name of the poem.
From where your sad song, that trembling song that speaks of a thousand thorns that punish your chest, your song, oh your song!!!!.
It is the cadenced voice of your being, the song that migrates from the soul, a path of pains that tear your memories and rise in the twilight wind.
The years have passed, you have already left your youth lost in the autumn of the past, solitary, silent, looking at the distances, is the sign when your guitar falls silent.
There are so many thorns that lacerate the present, so many that your back is tired of carrying them like Calvary, you keep the lacerating scars of them as a flag of your battles already lived.
Your guitar, the companion of yellow afternoons, your years, those that advance inexorably every day and the thorns that have marked your stories, this afternoon they will meet again in these streets.
I'll be back tomorrow, I want to hear your voice going through the wandering memories of the past, you will be there, you are the sign that marks the end of so many grey afternoons, maybe one day you will no longer be there, you and your guitar will have left, you will go in search of the light that comes from the blue horizon of another time.
I hope that this small tribute to this old man who lives in the streets of my city, is to the liking of those people who like poetry, it is a free poetry, inspired by what is seen and what is believed, I hope you value it with your comments and votes.
Antonio Evies, Venezuelan painter, sculptor, writer, poet and crypto-artist, university professor, researcher of new plastic languages and advisor to the project. Art for all.
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Esta genial la fusión de imágenes que a transformado en su propio arte, una poesía de la imagen!!
Gracias amigo, un gran abrazo y encantado de leer tu opinión
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I like your poem, it is very well written and that also made me think of such situation when we see street musicians. Some of them really years behind and their music is filled with such emotion.