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I Play My Guitar

I play my guitar, now crying in sevens on a cold vacant morning with rain on the ground Sorrowful chords, on the strings of emotion in three quarter tear drops where sadness is found And the storm clouds they form on the edge of tomorrow with thoughts ever yearning for your melody dreaming of yesterdays caught in the feedback, out of tune longings in sad harmony Fret coated wishes of E string deceptions seeking the song while there’s no one around A chill strums my heart, it is empty and hollow I play my guitar and there isn’t a sound

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White Wolf

Date: 10/12/2016 7:53:00 AM

I saw this title and thought, a fellow guitarist, yes! good stuff mate /|\

Chris Green
Date: 10/12/2016 8:36:00 AM

From one picker to another, thank you Rick.

Chris Hagy

Date: 10/10/2016 6:35:00 PM

This is great Chris! I play as well and this is a brilliant poem of what us poet/songwriters feel sometimes.

Chris Green
Date: 10/11/2016 6:22:00 AM

Thanks so much Chris and that is it. Sometimes silence is all we can drum up. I appreciate your visit and nice comment

Paloma P

Date: 10/10/2016 1:05:00 PM

I knew you were an artiste! 'as my guitar gently weeps' this is just as good, and that's saying a lot. You've strummed MY heart.

Chris Green
Date: 10/10/2016 2:02:00 PM

Thanks so much Paloma for your comment on my poem. I am thrilled you liked it. What a wonderful compliment you left for me.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/10/2016 1:00:00 PM

This reminds me of when I used to play my guitar...:) Now its silent..and the only sound is in memory of me playing music...Loved it

Chris Green
Date: 10/10/2016 2:01:00 PM

Thanks so much Charmaine, you should play it again, there's nothing sadder than a silent guitar. :)