One of a kind, except there are many more like you. The good thing is that your serial number makes you unique, you’re the only one to have it. Hanging up on the wall of Richardson’s Music, a store that has long gone out of business, you dazzled, brilliantly blue. I remember the day, I finally saved up enough money to remove you from that wall, you were free. Man, how we had fun that summer, playing the summer blues away.
We use to bring friends over to join us in our conquest of rock, only to fail several times, to my distraught. Through all of that, you prevailed. When weeks turned to days, days turned to months, months to years, you were with me through the good times and the bad. Bullet is you name, as you display proudly on your head, to the right of the tuners.
Now you sit lifeless, in a bag you call home. Gave you to a loved one, yet your all alone. Your string is broke, and all out of tune. I can’t believe what happened to you. It’s all my fault you see, I lost interest and bought a replacement for thee. Don’t worry though because recently it was treated like shit. Now though, since it was expensive I have to take better care of it.
What about you, what will become? Well, I’ll save you, you see! Until our song is song!
Ha! I had fun writing this blog!
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Love it! I love poetry and your blog was poetic. That was awesome. I like the rhyming; it adds to your writing and shows the passion you had for playing music. The last few lines really made me sad; I actually hope you go grab ol' Bullet back. lol Interesting blog because we get to learn more about you and your hobby. I like how you gave the instrument personification with the small details such as "the place you call home."
ReplyDeleteYou had a couple of minor grammar mistakes, which can be easily prevented. I like reading everything out loud, and oh man, do I find mistakes! :/ That's only because once I start writing, I don't want to stop until I am fully done, then comes the editing in the end. And it takes me a while..
Great job Blake! Oh, I just noticed your very last line about you enjoying this blog. You should definitely write more poetry if that is your thing.
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ReplyDeleteThat was a good blog very rhythmic. I can see how much fun you had you had writing that piece. I love that you describe the guitar with out saying guitar. Does everyone name there guitar? The way you gave the instrument life and death was very interesting. It was freed when you purchased it and dead when you got a new one that kept my attention. There were very, very minor mistakes as the grammar goes. I think Reata has the right idea about re reading which I never do and should very much start. Other than I just want to say this blog’s poetic aspect was nice to read.
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