Written for Tanka Tuesday where our host,
Melissa, has asked us to write a poem of our
choosing inspired by the art of Romare Bearden.
Here’s where the prompt took me.

Musea Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid
Three patched men play their patched guitars,
Beneath a moon no bigger than a coin
Blue shadows, striped like prison bars,
Where paper hands and paper faces join.
Each figure cut from somewhere else entire,
Yet whole in song, assembled, rearranged;
The music rises, bright as yellow fire,
And nothing lost, though everything exchanged.
NAR©2026
This is “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” by The Beatles
Learn about the painting here:
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

This reminds me of when I first noticed that the guitars in bands were not all playing the same part- I would say I was like 15. I was amazed. Excellent find on the video too.
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Well, what a very interesting comment! I’m sure other people have thought the same thing …. I’ve just never heard it voiced. Certainly something to think about. Thanks, that really is a great song.
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I love your poem and song ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Lisa. I’m very happy to know that ❤️
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Very nicely done sis!
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Thanks so much, cara mia!
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A very innovative take Nancy
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Thank you, Sadje
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You are most welcome
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Lovely rhythm to your piece Nance and perfect song choice 🩷
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So pleased you think so, Ange. Thanks much. 🩵
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🙌
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Loved this, both message and flow. Thanks.
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My great pleasure, Ron. Thank you.
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