Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Guitar Magic.


When you play your guitar,
 I visit castles in Spain.
I see the walls reaching high
To the blue of the sky.
 I'm back there again.
I walk the streets of Madrid
 And make a wish on a star.
I feel the joy I once did,
When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar,
 I sit in courtyards at night.
I feel the warm, scented air
As it ruffles my hair
And I thrill with delight.
I place a glass to my lips
 And I drink sangria.
I'm there in Spain once again
When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar,
I see mantillas of lace.
I feel the spell of romance
 And I still seem to dance
With beauty and grace.
Though it's so long ago,
It seems it's not very far.
My heart will sing 'Bolero'
 When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar
I see the face I adored
And then I suddenly find
I taste in my mind
The wine he once poured.
I smell the scents of the night
Through attic windows ajar.
His arms are holding me tight
When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar
I wear an old Spanish shawl,
And then the soft summer breeze
That wafts through the trees
Can't chill me at all.
The blossoms fall on my hair
Like scented rain from afar
And every song seems a prayer
When you play your guitar.

So please play your guitar,
And let the music revive
All the songs that were sung
When the world was still young
And so much alive.
Let me be, once again,
Where happy memories are!
Transport me back there to Spain
With your magic guitar.


Darlene said...

Brenda, you may not have visited Spain, but you certainly captured it in your poem I have been there and you wafted me back in memory. However, there was no Spanish caballero for me. Sigh!

Anonymous said...

Interesting post. I enjoyed it.

Thanks for taking a look at my hawk painting.

Patsy said...

Hello ,glad you came for a visit.

Anonymous said...

the poem warmed my heart.. this junior rimer bows to the senior rimer...

Lady you rule words..

-- i am following the blog now..


Anonymous said...

lovely poem !! :)

Kat said...

Jeeeez... This poem read like a waltz, with twanging guitar and romance in the air..!!

(promise - I don't have a clue if waltz and guitar music go together :)))

jams o donnell said...

I love the painting. It goes so well with the poem. A superb take on this week's theme!

gengen said...

Nice one and a good choice for the theme. Happy hunting.

Dragon Katet said...

I really enjoyed this piece and liked the rhyme scheme. The subject matter was also well-crafted! Your descriptions were so vivid it was like being there. What a great entry for the potluck this week! :)

Anonymous said...

a memory? lovely.. my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/a-chinese-love-story/

Anonymous said...

This is magic. The refrain heightened the sensuality that ran throughout this work.

Anonymous said...

I can hear the guitar music and see the streets of Spain. I have been to Italy and I can relate to this poem.


Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

love instrument,

your words resonate...


Bless you, thanks for sharing.