Distant Blues

asea 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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

written: August 8, 2011
photo: Cape May, New Jersey (August 3, 2011)
It's been a while since I've written something new....and fresh
would appreciate any feedback you could give me on this one, friends.
Thanks...as always

Reviews

[Cassie Fraga]

WOW!! and fresh it was... I can hear the blues all over this piece... very nice work my friend...
**tips my lyrical wand to you**

[Raven Starhawk]

Truly a amazing work. It gives me a deep sense of nature while at the same time touches base on something much more personal. Your stanzas are amazing.

[patricia]

First of all I love the rythm in this, it would make a great rap.
Daily candour, instant karma throw me off my game, ..such a lot of meaning in just a few words, the frustration in our perfectionism, when we never quite reach our goals. The wisdom of hindsight in the third and fourth stanza would be missed by most who just do the same old things and get the same old results, and i loved your recognition of not being able to shake off our ingrained ways. The eighth stanza shows you have worked your way to your higher thoughts, having processed, and felt ...you pinpoint the problem and the elusive solution. A great meditative piece. A nice style. Thankyou.

[Sahar moonlight]

In your poem, I liked its topic most of all. The title, and the photo.
Actually it was all so related.
Thanks for sharing it!

Natty

[mark slade]

i like the verses. Good form, i like the way you composed this poem. Maybe it's me, but it kind of reminds me of Dylan Thomas. anyway, nice work.

[~Lizzy♬]

I love how the poem is fluent and very melodic. The words are extremely moving and the poem in general is fantastic. Outstanding work! :)

~Lizzy~

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i learned how to play the blues on my guitar and its a nice soothing sound that flowed just like your poem :) i have to admitt it though...the pic scared me a little O.O i thought i was going to hear thunder shortly after that.

[Leslie Philibert]

I like blues a lot,and I felt the 12 twelve bar standard blues guitar chords in the background ,the poem has a touch of Leadbelly and John Lee Hooker with it`s repeated laments, all you need is a few hooks and there you go....
Enjoyed it.Good work.

[EMF]

Alan, this is superb. There simply are not enough superlatives to say how good it is. What more can I say?

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow! Excellent write here... The anxiety and disappointment in this piece was well written...love the vivid imagery. Nicely done!

"I've lofted high above the realm and soared beneath your soul...
wondered why it isn't you, adrift, in arms, on peaceful knoll"~ I absolutely love this.