Iowa Temple

Iowa Temple

A Poem by Waconda Springs

The Fewtch

I borrowed a guitar
from the deaf lady's daughter
carried it
on my back felt
the warmth about
the waist of the blonde

Stairs sunk
like rising water
like a sunset backwards
massive spires curves like gold brick rainbows and blues

I saw her
and saw what

I wanted to see

the curves and lace

© 2015 Waconda Springs

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the curves, the lace, the music of her...nice analogy of guitar to a woman---

reminds me of an old poem i read years ago...similar analogy...but yours is sweeter the way it is presented...
sound and feel vs. sight...ah those curves...the sensual music.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Very nice use of words. Needed some music to make a perfect song and journey. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry my friend..

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Added on December 27, 2015
Last Updated on December 27, 2015


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