My Spanish Guitar ~ Author Shirley Ann Cooper

I remember being just a child,

Reaching deep into the wild.

Holding a tennis racket in my hand,

Strumming it for my band.

How amused I was as I sang out loud,

In front of an imaginary crowd.

I was the best guitar player in the world,

I was daddy’s little girl.

I saw fame like a celebrity,

In the kitchen it was really me.

In my fingers I gripped my guitar pick,

My pretend music notes I picked up quick.

I was the queen in the roaring crowd,

A one girl band singing out loud.

That racket played like a Spanish guitar,

You could hear every string from afar.

How beautiful the sound I sang in tune,

Underneath the neon moon.

Tambourines and flutes in collaboration,

No noise and no distraction.

I was the princess entertaining everyone,

The sweetest instrument under the sun.

Lost on a faraway stage in a field,

This seemed all too real.

My daddy smiled so proudly at me,

I was the triumphant sound in the victory.

The music flowed freely through my veins,

Until I became me again.

The tennis racket was my favorite instrument,

Playing it to my heart’s content.

Then one day my daddy went to Spain,

And bought me the real thing.

I desired to touch every chord,

Music sheets covered the floor.

Every note at the tip of my fingers,

The beauty in the sound lingered.

Like a pianist on his throne,

I reigned supreme all alone.

Every part of me strummed to a different beat,

As the world watched the passion in me.

Daddy’s little girl played hard every day,

To be the musician he made.

My tennis racket was gone and now far,

Because now I enjoy my Spanish guitar.


© Shirley Ann Cooper

 Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”

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Preface . . .

There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad face. I am speaking of a language that can penetrate to the deepest depths of the human psyche, it can be felt in the beating of our hearts and it can leave us soaring among our dreams.

This universal language is music.

Upon these waves of sound we can find our spirits lifted to the heavens, we can feel the beats and the rhythms in our beings and we are moved by the vibrations. We may become lost in a memory or a moment of time may be singled out by the distinct patterns and oscillations of a melody. We may gather by the thousands to listen to this music together or we may be alone in our rooms, or be dancing with our friends or  cuddling with our love, but the universal language of music expands human communication beyond the normal realm. It propels us into the wavelengths of our souls, and it is there that we become in tune, we find our harmonies, and we recognize that there is a true power in music.

The poetry included in this book seeks to capture that essence and tap into that power. These are the lines of communication opened and inspired by the universal language called music.

Christopher Allen Breidinger, Author

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