Lying Steel Guitar

By lupus tenebrae

Play me off on steel guitar
coolness in a centigrade,
sly and sleek as a lying tongue

Stood at the edge of Eden,
wanting one last jamboree,
play me off on steel guitar.

Fahrenheit descending
in a glass of crisp nostalgia,
coolness in a centigrade.

Fiddle bows are slick and sheen
when fraying through their love songs,
sly and sleek as a lying tongue.

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Published on Tuesday, August 28, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Written a month or so back, I must have been feeling somewhat nostalgic again.

Comments on "Lying Steel Guitar"

A former member wrote: Your writing is on very mature level...you have an old school way about your style but it is always fresh & relevant. I like the nostalgic pieces. Read with much pleasure, as always.
On Wednesday, August 29, 2012, DarkAsh (45) wrote:

I like this one, mind you I'm a sucker for anything musical and well written...
On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Last stanza was my fav, "while my guitar gently weeps (unk)". Cheers, no frets!
On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, HeadpatSlut (257) wrote:

the Guitar is the sword of the modern Skald