I play my guitar

 

 

 

 

I play my guitar

 

 

I play my guitar,

crying in sevens

on a lonely cold morning

with the rain falling down

 

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 my thoughts ever yearning

for you in my arms

 

Now a chill finds my heart,

it is empty and hollow

I play my guitar

and there isn’t a sound

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Ruth]

Even the most major chords cannot fill the silence sometimes....the minor ones help...a little...hugs x

[Jack...]

A little...thanks my sweet friend.

[Marie]

There was a song once called "Lonely Guitar..."

THis reminds me of it.

[Jack...]

Thanks for stopping by Marie. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[rhythm&blues]

A soundless guitar, how very sad, really like this one.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much for your kind words.

[Quill~]

I can relate to the sorrow... a desolate stirring. Well written.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Quill.

[Sami Khalil]

Eyes teary with your sad-note guitar drenching souls with music and rain...An excellent write...:)...................

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sami for your kindness

[Sami Khalil]

MY pleasure...Any time...:).....................

[Baby Ricochet]

Brings to mind "while my guitar gently weeps." Good piece Jack. I play guitar too by the way. Nothing fancy. Just E and A bar chord with the minor panitonic scale thrown in. Maybe I don't play so much as annoy my cat with it

[Jack...]

Some cats deserve to be annoyed my friend. Thanks so much.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Reminds me of the song "Spanish guitar" by Tony Braxton, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Thomas.

[Justsimplyjulia]

Absolutely beautiful. I love the guitar its so beautiful. i am actually getting lessons for guitar soon! But i have no idea how im going to pay from them lol!
good write.
-Dragon

[Jack...]

Good luck with those lessons. Thank you for your kind words.

[Angel]

And your guitar is gently weeping...
Lovely, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my sweet friend.

[Ken Simm.]

I feel this is one of your best Jack. Sincere and frank yet beautiful writing.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Ken. That means alot coming from a great poet like yourself.