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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Wolf Avatar
October 12, 2016 at 7:53 AM
I saw this title and thought, a fellow guitarist, yes! good stuff mate /|\
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October 12, 2016 at 8:36 AM
From one picker to another, thank you Rick.
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October 10, 2016 at 6:35 PM
This is great Chris! I play as well and this is a brilliant poem of what us poet/songwriters feel sometimes.
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October 11, 2016 at 6:22 AM
Thanks so much Chris and that is it. Sometimes silence is all we can drum up. I appreciate your visit and nice comment
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October 10, 2016 at 1:05 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.
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October 10, 2016 at 2:02 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.
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October 10, 2016 at 1:00 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
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October 10, 2016 at 2:01 PM
Thanks so much Charmaine, you should play it again, there's nothing sadder than a silent guitar. :)
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