"The Troubadour's Love" - Part 2 in a collection of poems.

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The mysterious guitar player, better known as "Troubadour".
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She sits at a little coffee shop
chatting amongst some friends,
sipping her mocha latte.
This is her favorite place.
It's 2 o'clock on a Sunday.
She had not been here in awhile.
But it was the walk back home
she most looked forward to.
She longed to hear
that sweet guitar tune.

Some talented man with magic fingers
played around the corner or on the next street.
She never knew quite where.
But he didn't miss a beat.
It seemed to come from different places
on different days,
But never anywhere she could see.
He was a mystery.

She often wondered if he even existed,
perhaps it was just her imagination,
making up this beautiful melody,
for it would often get stuck in her head.
It would wake her in the morning,
and keep her awake at night in bed.
But on the walk home today,
she did not hear the guitar play,
but only sounds of people scurrying,
and birds chirping.
The wind blowing in the trees.
She was quite disappointed.
But then she noticed something...

Floating in the wind,
a small envelope
just light enough to take flight.
Miraculously, it landed at her feet.
How odd, she thought as she bent to pick it up.
Maybe it is meant for me.
It had no address and no name,
it was just simply blank.

Curiosity beckoned her to open it
and so she did,
finding a short hand-written letter inside.
It was addressed to "My Love"
a poem that brought tears to her eyes.
But they were tears of joy for
it was signed, "A Lonely Troubadour."

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Vincent Moore 3 years ago

There are many lonely broken heart troubadours out playing in the streets, strumming their stories and bringing us to our knees. They often echo our own lost feelings back to them as they continue to play, knowing that one sweet melody will finds its way to our broken hearts to try and mend it. As we walk the streets their melodies sound haunting to our ears as we pass them by and toss our coins into their cases laying there.

Without the troubadour's sweet melodies it wold be an awful lonely place, walking by alone and silent among the walkers passing by at their own slow pace. Nikki your prose is magical and your style so visual, I could hear the guitar strings strumming as I read it all here. Wonderful, bravo my poetic friend. Tweeted and shared.

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jhamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

This is fantastic, I want to follow this story until it ends. Thank you for your poetry. Jamie

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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana Author

Oh, you already found your way to part 2 I see, thanks again Vincent and Jamie. There will be another part to this, one more for sure. Vincent, you are right, though most of the troubadours around here are just trying to make a quick buck, they are talented and it is always entertaining to see or hear them perform.

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cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

very nice write .. Nikki..

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Minnetonka Twin 3 years ago from Minnesota

This was so well written and had me at captivated. This is like a poem in short-story form. I love your writing style. Nice job Nikki :)

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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana Author

Thank ya Twin! :)

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damian0000 3 years ago from Belfast

Beautiful poem Nikki --- I like your style, always changing and evolving and challenging yourself!

This put me in mind of the song by Roberta flak covered by the fugees... killing me softly and where so much of your work is tightly crafted with language and structure, this one seems to flow along like a sunny afternoon beside a bubbling stream..

Whimsical fantasy with a slight twist at the end.

I been away from this site for a while but it is great to come back and immediately see one of your great works featuring highly on page 1 --- top marks ! :-)

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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Nikki, Nikki, Nikki.

That also brought tears to my eyes. i suddenly saw where it was going, and I am sure my heart skipped several beats.

Thank you so much. You have given me the best part of a really crap day, and now I think, "Nothing's as bad as it seems."

Call me sentimental, call me crazy, but I still have tears running down my face. I'm going back to read both parts again.



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Twilight Lawns 3 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

I'm back,

And I'm blubbing again.

Double Mwah.

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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana Author

Wow. Thank you Damian and Ian, again a fourth time lol Did this really bring tears to your eyes? Wow that is such a compliment, to reach someone with my words in such a way. I hope they are tears of joy as well.

And Damian glad to see you here again. Hope to read something new from you soon, as I always enjoy your work. I was featured on page one? That is awesome. And Yes I love that song, it is one of my favorites. :)

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Astra Nomik 3 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

What a lovely romp into the world of mystery and romantic adventure. The music of the Troubadour is so interesting and you make us want to know more. Cliffhangers always work with me, Nikki. I love how you invoke a certain magic around the music and draw us into it and we want to read more.

You are awesome as always. :)

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Micky Dee 3 years ago

Very pretty dear.

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Jodah 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

Even better than the first, Troubadour's Letter here I come.

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sligobay 3 years ago from east of the equator

Lighter than air comes the troubadour's fare

Morsels of music on wisps, whiffs ,wind

Handle with care the love of man in despair

Parcels adrift on zephyrs spinned


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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana Author

Beautiful sligobay.

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sligobay 3 years ago from east of the equator

Thanks Nikki. You are the muse.

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