bass

bass

A Poem by echo501
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a poem about playing bass

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bass
notes drift off of my fingers
the fret board is dark with silver frets
with one touch great rolling sounds fill the air
i turn the knob
electric edge blasts out of my amp
neon stars in a black sky
creamy white on inky black
the notes are deep and sturdy
full, round
i pull my fingers over the strings
going straight through them
smooth
my left hand moves by itself
curling around the neck
each finger
stretching to the next note

© 2010 echo501


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The flow was amazing, just the chords of a bass! Riviting throughout the ears of your readers, the sound is indescribable! Loved it!

Posted 11 Years Ago


ur poem is really nice write, do have a look to mine "QUEST OF LIFE"-
" this is about how one neglects his life ,pondering about this precious gift of nature unnecessarily ".

Posted 11 Years Ago


I liked this poem. It was very straight forward and has the flow as if you are actually playing the bass. Good work, keep it up.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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echo501
echo501

New York City, NY



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