Playing a guitar with no strings in the rain…That is sorrowful.

Wow! This is good. I loved that image of playing on a guitar with no strings. Its so strong and full of nostalgic and sorrowful emotions. Well done!

Totally awesome write. Guitars with no strings. I like that! Strumming to the rhythm. Great atmosphere. Well said

This reminds me of someone. Hmmmm, now who could it be? Might it be that orange buffoon with an ego the size of Jupiter and tiny, pussy-grabbing paws? Nice work, my friend.

This is really good and there is nothing wrong with living on the edge.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like those two stanzas a lot as well. Always thankful for your continued support. Appreciate you.

Damian

Dear D,

This piece brings in memories of writing letters, buying actual record albums, listening to the radio on an actual radio. I greatly appreciated the thought process in this write and the subtle warning to be aware of things lurking about. Terrific write. H🌷

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Just trying something different. Appreciate you.

Damian

Dreams are casting doubt once again
It sometimes seems it’s so deliberate
Like a stiff jab landing across the chin

Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

I walked through this one like the aisles of record stores, and frantically scribbling in my spiral bound notebooks, and trying to survive in a world full of so much that sorting it out became impossible…so we just chose live in the music and the words. The conversations that felt monumental then…come back today and feel even more incredibly relevant. But we hadn’t thought of them in years. Like the binding of time through word and thought. So hard to feel those moments in a time like now, when everything is fake news and nothing can be trusted. You took me on a journey here, my friend

Great vibe on this one, nostalgic but also fond of warm memories.
Nicely penned.