My Sweet Guitar

“I played it til my fingers bled…in the summer of ’69…” 🙂

musings from a musical mind


I long to play

my sweet guitar

though screaming tendons

won’t allow

or skin that’s split around my nails

I slather cream to no avail

and wonder if that part of me

is only just a memory..


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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