Picking

Picking

A Poem by JR

Once I was aware of how unaware I was

now I’m surprised every time

I keep all my fingernails clipped short

except the one

which I use to pick the notes

of every song I’ve ever played

I listen as the chord decays

like my awareness, bright strum light

falls into ash gray

© 2020 JR


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i like this very much, please keep writing.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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JR

4 Years Ago

Thanks! I appreciate it.

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JR
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Placerville, CA



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