EARTHBORNE ONLINE POETRY MAGAZINE

A YOUNG GUITARIST - A PANTOUM

 

Today I passed a young guitarist

lightly strumming chords of morning

.Sweet they were, yet laced with sadness

anticipating evening.

Lightly strumming chords of morning

the glory of the rising sun

anticipating evening

his music held it all.

The glory of the rising sunthe strong strides of noontime

his music held it all

a day, a life, unfolding.

The strong strides of noontime

prime energy in motion

a day, a life unfolding

a flower in full bloom.

Prime energy in motion

the notes now strong and surea flower in full bloom

petals open to the sun.

The notes now strong and sure

trilling hints of evening

petals open to the sun

close gently in the fading light.

Trilling hints of evening

sweet they were, yet laced with sadness

gently closing in the fading light.

Today I passed a young guitarist.