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Saturday, June 11, 2011

Guitar.

Fingers numb
from the strum
of a steel string guitar.
A mindless progression
of chords
to take my thoughts
far away.
An E minor
never sounded
any finer.
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5 comments:

  1. all ways 11 o'clockJune 11, 2011 at 5:54 AM

    something about that isn't it.
    i feel my shoulders drop.
    good one JB.

    ~robert

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  2. Brother OllieJune 11, 2011 at 6:57 AM

    Love playing guitar...I like that your first two lines rhyme...it flows nice, like an Em chord up the neck.

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  3. Human ParadoxJune 13, 2011 at 8:27 PM

    Good descriptions. Has a rhythm of a song. Keep practicing! Here's an old classic to get you motivated: http://youtu.be/c7tzi8wkYgI

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  4. Cassiopeia RisesJune 24, 2011 at 3:16 PM

    Lovely flowing poem. Excellent...



    Melanie

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  5. DasuntouchaJune 24, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    Sweet notes indeed.

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