let the lies
the ink blood
write your grievances
where the darkness
laid its head
a single chord
works in all keys
your fingering’s right
but the string
frets are just headstones
let them find
i have momentarily
cravenness a close ally
shrugging my shoulders
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“frets are just headstones” – this is a keeper!
It is. And the read differently to different people.
And differently even to the same reader at different times …
“Write your grievances on sheets where the darkness laid its head and found momentary peace.”
Stunning. I’m swooning! I should be the one calling you “Mother Superior.” 😍
You can call me whatever you want 😉
I thought this was a family blog not rated “R” for irresponsible
R for Really Raunchy!
That next to last paragraph
About the piano I believe it is..is stellar…so crow how’s the fires treating you I hope all is well always glad to see you….my friend from the left coast
Sheldon, how are you? I’ve been gone from here for a while, and my output has slowed down considerably.
Thank you for your kind words. That second stanza will work for any instrument with strings and frets.
Luckily, I am nowhere near the flames. Well, not the physical ones.
Hey crow we all slow down you just can’t stop…theres always an internal battle I am going through a great storm right now…great warriors never die we just keep moving from battle to battle
Ha ha— thank you, my friend. I haven’t dropped my sword yet. I’m just letting the horse rest.
I’ve missed your poetry. I never see it. Dark but good.
Jane, thank you so much.
I haven’t been around too much lately. Hopefully I will appear a little more often, now.
What’s its 7am over there
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