Nothing More Than Everything
I wait, but only leaves brush the door.
Longing for one fragrance, another finds me.
The gray sadness blankets my dwindling hours.
What comforts more than the bird’s flashing wing?
Two numb fingers spell the elbow’s failure.
The choice of no choice.
I demand nothing more than everything.
Distance gnaws its trapped foot.
The fretboard lies cool under my hand.
Tea lurks in the ceramic cup.
Freedom lives where the sun sets.
Your lips will fill the emptiness.
Longing for one fragrance, another finds me.
The gray sadness blankets my dwindling hours.
What comforts more than the bird’s flashing wing?
Two numb fingers spell the elbow’s failure.
The choice of no choice.
I demand nothing more than everything.
Distance gnaws its trapped foot.
The fretboard lies cool under my hand.
Tea lurks in the ceramic cup.
Freedom lives where the sun sets.
Your lips will fill the emptiness.
O at the Edges 
Beautiful.
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Thanks very much.
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Poetry aside, I think that’s an E7 voicing if I’m right that the index finger is on the 5th fret. Moveable if you don’t play the open strings.
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Just playing around with finger picking, sliding up and down. I’m not much of a musician, but I have fun. 🙂
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But one helluva poet.
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Ha! Thanks, Ken.
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