Distant BluesA Poem by Allen Smucklerasea and afraid...but resolved in my stead.. every once in awhile, I like to bring back from the dead
I just got those run down, mopey, shuffling feet, distant blues... with stomach churning...heart's a burning, flutters
to bemuse. Daily candor and instant Karma throw me off my
game… unfit thoughts, salvaged parts, really both the
same. I’ve walked the fence, smelled the stench, eaten
off the floor… battered, striated, confused state, knocking at the door. Those same old busted, upside down, complex, distant blues… find their way inside my hat, my shirt, my pants, my shoes. So here I am and here we sit, apart, dressed as if to kill… my time to view and walk the beach will never be until I’ve lofted high above the realm and soared beneath your soul… wondered why it isn’t you, adrift, in arms, on peaceful knoll Time reflects and spans the love between the distant blues… bereft with unabridged desire, within the rainbow’s hues. Tidal waves of languished fear across my ambiguity… I sense it’s fear of the unknown, perhaps in time I’ll see. I’m lost, dismissed, fermented by the lust of enticing wine Always 'round the corner, I search for the missing sign I just can’t lose those distant blues, no matter how I try distant blues that come and go, and still I wonder why? © 2012 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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Added on August 8, 2011Last Updated on February 5, 2012 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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