My wild guitar [Original poem - 100 Days poetry challenge (Day #8)]
My wild guitar
Source Imagen Pixabay
My wild guitar
Solid body
consumed by time
You can see the stripes
From the wood,
you walk the noble way
You insinuate with mischief,
here you have my hands
I am a temple of illusions,
everything ends in one place.
Source
Expose your naked profile,
A cloudscape of panting
exempt from the occasion
wild fire.
The voices of time
Torture your essence
Between crosses
She drinks at the bar.
Reading notes: Beginner
Original by @corderosiete
[Day 8/100]
Your poem tittles are always simple but with deep expressions. How do you do that?
Friend, you will not believe me, first I write the poem, then I spend a lot of time reading it, thinking of a suitable title. Greetings.
Beautifully written.
You know he is right about the tittle it suits it perfectly
Thanks @ehisoria, I'm flattered by your words.
‘You insinuate with mischief’, reminds me of wild rock music used to express anger, pain and mischief. Wonderful! Just a tip there mate; punctuation plays a big role in the rhythm of a poem, which also affects the meaning. A more deliberate use of punctuation will help make deep meanings more understandable to a reader 😉.
Thank you friend @ apostle-atarah, I am Latin, I do not speak English, I have to fight with the obstacle of the language. I spend a lot of time translating from Spanish to English. Expressing it becomes difficult. Thank you for your advice. I am ready to listen to opinions and help.
from a fellow guitarist view...You Nailed IT to the WALL!
Thank you