I enjoy your readings. s/henry

YOur SAD crying guitar Tink- brings a lonely feeling coming to a close- This is sweet- for a moment- BE Happy, BREAT POem and red moon pict! HuGs,Sheee

A beautiful haunting write....to the sounds of a crying guitar...lovely write Tinka!

Peace and love, Carole

For in the world of dreamers, there is always a dream, the voice of the poet there is always a song waiting. Enjoyed your song.. Walt

The Guitar is an awesome instrument
that makes the best music.
Yep, like this one too.

Rich

beautiful and heartfelt write, tinka; very nice! brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D

I like to play the guitar, though not all that good at it, I can strum enough to sing to. lol I like this alot Tinka!!

Jack

Whlie my guitar gently weeps as you know mine dosen't exactly weep as bleed lol...excellent Tinka.

Paul;-]

Play on, Tinka - you just never know what might be around the next bend.

i luv to play guitar so i found this poem wonderful and empathize with it ... excellent work!

Until You Learn COMPASSION You No One Can Will Ever Find True Love...

TRASK

This is beautiful, Tinks. I love the haunting sound of a sad guitar.
Take care,
Sherry

The memory of George Harrison's, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, is etched in my soul like a wail in the night. Thanks for reminding me.

Ron

George Harrison "with a little help from a friend"... excellent write

Wonderful Tinka and since my all-time favorite song is "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", I can tell the ones who do not know, the song was written by George Harrison, recorded by the Beatles and released on the Beatles "White" Album in 1968. Eric Clapton, I do believe, sat in as a background guitarist and did a tremendous and rather chilling rendition at the "Tribute to George" concert, the year after George Harrison died.
Take care,
Jill

Beautiful and unique!

Very nice.

Now this is one I can definately relate to Tink, many the times when life has seemed too much for me to bear and the world seemed my enemy have I picked up my old six string and played my heart and voice out in every love and sorrow song I know.

How soothing.

Sandie.

This sounds like a winner of the country music awards.
Excellent!

Tinka, your unique poetic style and approach enables one to bridge the gap between humanities frailties and its far too often shortcomings, and it truly allows one to “feel” your well-crafted work, my gifted friend! I enjoyed this susceptible write very much. Thank you so much for sharing your many wonderful talents. Take good care and be well.

I like your poem better. A splendid write

Artist: The Beatles Lyrics
Song: While My Guitar Gently Weeps Lyrics


I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

Oh, oh, oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Love Tinka

Most beautiful poetry Tinka! I think it's Paul McCartney and Eric Clapton Ed, but I could be wrong...



Alrisha

I love a good acoustic guitar. Enjoyed this write, Tinks.

I seem to remember a song, "As my Guitar Gently Weeps", by the Beatles or not, I don't recall...just puts me in mind of it...;) Ed