Strumming a guitar
well past new
He taps his toe
to a beat his own
The stage is small
the people few
but his tune they know
and sing it true
A soft-spoken voice
sings so boldly
tales from days of old
which still pass through
his wise, warm heart
Alas there’s hope for today
and a belief that love is all
The past and present
dance like kindred mates
The words they play
Puns aplenty and
old world prose
All with thanks
to this wordsmith’s song
A traditional poet
shy and tender
Line by line
he hones his craft
A modern day minstrel
tall and slender
Newly-spun odes
revive vintage souls
c.b. 2011
This poem was inspired by my favorite “timeless troubadour,” Johnny Flynn. One listen and you’ll see why he’s a well-kept secret the whole world should know.
C.B. Wentworth 
WOW, that was ‘wonderful’! I’ve just read this three times in succession, and though I love it all, this really makes me smile deep inside,
“The stage is small
the people few
but his tune they know
and sing it true”
Thanks!
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Thank you! I’m smiling so big my face hurts. 🙂 I’m so glad you enjoyed it. This one was fun to write because of the artist who inspired it. I listen to his music when I’m stuck because he reminds me words are meant to wander and play.
p.s. When I saw him play live a couple nights ago, I sang out loud and thought of your last poem! 🙂
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You bring back to life beautiful words kept in the dark, reaching beyond the norm has indeed made you shine. amy elizabeth
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🙂 Thank you! I was hoping you’d like it.
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I really like this. This line struck me:
Alas there’s hope for today
and a belief that love is all
Very beautiful (and quotable… I might be quoting this line to people).
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Would you believe I almost cut that out? A little voice told me to keep it in and I’m glad I did. 🙂 Thanks so much for reading – I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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