|Reviewed by Teresa Walker
|Amen! The older I get the better the blues
Part of the scars...right on...so to speak~~!!
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|you have really captured the moment herein, chuck.
nice to find another rogers fan...
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|and ain't that the truth! love the blues and the feeling this poem evokes...enjoyed you Thank You(thank you)|
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Wonderful metaphor to life! Enjoyed much the tune you scratched out!
Blessings Chuck! Jasmin Horst
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
This is an awesome poem. As a poet, I am amazed, so many times, by how inspiration always seems to find us. I'm glad you saw the guitar's sign and in turn, had a "sign" of your own to write this piece.
The last line really says it all. Blues men come and Blues men go, but the music should always find a means to be played.
All the best,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|oh, the stories these instruments could tell!! I love this poem|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I love this, Chuck. It is as though the guitar is a person or at the very least, a "living" thing. Nicely done. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by zura lejava
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Excellent writing,as alwaysssssssssss enjoyed dear man...HUgssssssssssss|