nomadicrhymer

The blues
a word
so very smooth
floating through your world like cumulous clouds
soft and flowing off the tongue like honey.

A state not sought after by many
representing cracked hearts and shattered dreams
displaced trust and diverging paths
elusively hiding in betrayed byways
fogged senses cover the pain
clarity lost
clarity gained.

Straining singers seeking solace
in self-serving songs of woe
inevitably
deceived by time
an un-alluring state
in love restraints
emotions grate like screeching chalk
lying raw and hungry
waiting
for the next fix
of love.

A time entwined
with glorious dismay
many shoulders offered
to while away the long lonely days
the heart's quiet fury
moaning still
while the blue's fever
rages
easing the hours
with Etta James
soothing the pain away
righteously angry
saving tears
for another day

nomadicrhymer

erikestabrook

the first stanza was very well done,
I think it said some very important things,

The blues is a great subject,
and you diseected it so throughly

nomadicrhymer

Thanks, Erik...I wrote this in a Blue mood...glad it's gone! hehe...

Nomad

erikestabrook

yw glad the blues didn't last long for ya, good things can come out of it sometimes though

Benny

I am in awe of artists who have the ability to cry out their feelings as do the Blues artists can. I always feel they have some insight into my own heart and head when I listen to them...and I do quite frequently. You work here is a great echo of how they express it. You did a very good job, Fruit Puppy.

nomadicrhymer

Ha ha! Benny...I think Fruit Puppy was for little Ms. Mango? you getting confused, or was she on your mind?

Anyway...thanks for reading and commenting...yes! I love, love Etta James...my very favorite Blues Lady she is....makes me feel like MY heart is the one being torn out when I listen to her...but u gotta be in the mood!!

thanks again, Benny!

Nomad