Ode to my Dusty Guitar

Fiesta Estrellas

I’ve tuned you a few times
in the past couple of weeks.

Started getting back the memory
of the day and ‘age’ when we met.

You were newborn and now
you are, well, still dusty.

Even with old
strings you still do ring
for me.

What do i do dear friend
to bring you into a state of glistening?

How can I awaken our rapport
without the callouses
or the finger stretches?

Realistically, and without too much
forced effort, that only
frustrates us both.

I’m sorry that we fought.

During which time I made friends
with the ancient spirits who

started drumming anxiously within me.

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Author: Grandtrines

Like so many people, I am a paradox. I am a politically conservative vegetarian. I am from a Christian background, and still tend to like those values, but am a metaphysical astrologer trained in science who has an interest in the magic of ancient Egypt and a weird belief that some piece of our essence can live on a server. I live in Texas, but like chatting with my international Wordpress pals the best. I learn by teaching. Technically, I am a "Leo," but I am very, very Aquarian with a dose of Scorpio. I bitterly complain about Algol (and Algol personaliites), yet it is the one star that defines me most (other than Regulus). (Which, oddly, makes me an Algol personality.) I am a reclusive lover of peace and quiet who has the Ascendant in the Via Combusta (the most conflict ridden part of the zodiac). I am an incredibly private person with a blog with over 800 followers and 50 to 150 regular daily visitors. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

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