The Guitar Player

by Robert Neest

While sitting on a long and wooden chair

A lonely girl is playing the guitar

And when the left hand slowly moves along

The right hand gently touches the mild strings.

The room is empty and the lights are dimmed,

The walls are dark and distant around her

And hidden from the sight of anyone

But still surrounding her from every side.

The woman has a white and lovely dress

With wide black belt surrounding her small waist,

A blue thin ribbon holding her red hair

While looks aside with white and sorry face.

A noise is heard and makes her raise her eyes,

The door is open and the light fills in,

She’s standing while her eyes have tears of joy

And stretches out her arms when seeing him.

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Waiting

Waiting by Robert Neest A tall and wooden window’s open wide And lets the early summer sunshine slip Inside the dimly lit and narrow room And draw few feeble shadows on the walls. Beside the window stands a girl and looks Towards a very distant place, away From where she stays with shoulders brought in front While arms are tightly held around her waist. She wears a lively coloured graceful dress With stylish shoes that are her favourite pair And light shines on her nicely done hair To make her look so beautiful and young. With trembling hands she reads again the message, As she has done since she received the news, When several tears are falling from her eyes And then are slowly rolling down her face.

Isolation

Isolation by Robert Neest Few heavy clouds are covering the sky Above the lonely white house with brown door Where at the window an old lady sits And stares outside with gloomy sorry eyes. Next to the house a couple stands and looks Towards the door with their little child. It is the lady’s son, his wife along With their daughter that are visiting. The family is staying in the street, They cannot go inside the woman’s house And she cannot go out to meet her son. Pandemic rules are strict and they are harsh. The little girl is waving towards her, She’s happy when she sees her granny, that Is hiding several tears with a big smile And yearns to hold her in her arms once more.

Landscape

Landscape by Robert Neest The different shapes of white and hasty clouds Are letting see the blue and shiny sky Just here and there and only for a bit To show the sun is up and lights the day. We see the rocky mountains spread around With green and scattered spots all over them That are from lonely trees among the stones Like spears raised from the forest to the top. Few groups of houses sit below apart And let the wide and green fields fill the sight With red and blue and yellow stains about From warmly coloured flowers on the ground. A noisy, cold and dark blue stream aside Is making way through wet and rounded stones With falling water making white foam there And sending cool and moisten air throughout.

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