The Six Strings   Leave a comment

The Six Strings

The guitar
makes dreams weep.
The sobs of lost
souls
escape through it’s round
mouth.
And like the tarantula
it weaves  Large star
to trap the sighs
floating in it black
wooden cistern.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

Image by kenne


			


	

		
Posted August 18, 2020 by kenneturner in Federico Garcia Lorca, Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

		
Tagged with , , , 
	


	

		

		

	


	




		

	





	

		
Leave a Reply 





	
	




		


	

		
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

		
	


	

		

			

				Gravatar
			


				

				
				

					
					

				

				

					
					

				

			

			
		

	


	

		

			

				WordPress.com Logo
			


				

				
				
				
						

			
			You are commenting using your WordPress.com account.			
				( Log Out / 
				Change )
			
			
		

					

	
		

	


	

		

			

				Facebook photo
			


				

				
				
				
						

			
			You are commenting using your Facebook account.			
				( Log Out / 
				Change )
			
			
		

					

	
		

	



	

		
Cancel

		
Connecting to %s

	









	
 
 






 





	

	
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

















	

		

	



	
	


			
		
		
	
							
					
						

			
			
								
					
						
						
			











	
	

		

			%d bloggers like this: