A Guitar's Ode to the Lazy Creator

[hoopyfrood]

When you touch my cold and smooth and hard surface,
orange pekoe wafting from your dampened fingers,
I can feel your heart burning like a furnace,
and it's only inspiration that lingers.

However when it's time to translate your song,
and you grab my neck with your profound new thought,
and I try with my consistency to sing,

your apathy chokes my tune, and it goes wrong.
Your lethargy makes your music go to rot.
Because I can't translate your new thought to string.




... just a bit bored. I may update this later. Best read without pauses

 

[PhenethylTrypta]

Wow, as a musician, I can resonate with that feeling big time, which is why I've focused my efforts more on my narrative writing than music lately. It's so clear in my mind, but when I try to get it out, well...its all in your poem.

 

[nearjat]

I'm not a musician but I'm an artist in other ways, so this definitely makes sense to me. I'm kinda inclined to write a similar poem about drawing or writing