this kinda blue

Just words with no place to go..

i've been feeling empty lately

kinda out there all by myself

probably need to get me a thicker coat

put this old one here back up on the shelf

i really need to go somewhere

maybe to the library, maybe read a book

find me a new friend...someplace with a different look

getting too old to ramble...not sure what to do

sometimes think about her...when it's

this kinda blue

 

just don't see nothing headed my way

everyday pretty much the same

people start lookin all alike

everyone seems to have a game

all i got is a necklace from you

sometimes i think the whole city

feels this kinda blue

 

it's just an empty feelin

like this might be all i'll be

some nameless,faceless,no-body

living life aimlessly

i don't see the wind changin

not a whole lot left to do

just sometimes wonder

do you remember me, when it's  

this kinda blue

 

sat in the corner booth

of an old family diner

the waitress that took my order

reminded me a bit of you

coffee and toast

a false smile from the host

a drop of rain

does its lonely dance 

down a window pane

i sit alone in a booth for two

there's a sound to this kind of down

a lonely melody

to this kinda blue

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[April Child]

I agree, this definately sounds like a song...

just am kinda curious
if she ever feels this kinda blue

yes it makes you wonder doesnt it.. You capture it well. That cloud that seems to hang only over your head when you are feeling this way... sigh

[An Ordinary Woman]

Lets meet back at the corner booth and talk, or sing or whatever ya want to do, k?

I know this kind of blue too. It's a hard one to get past, all the empty and of the non-feelings. Sometimes a song we can get lost in is the best place for us until something else better comes along, something worthy of yanking us out of our hole. I hate that hole when I'm not in it and when I am, I almost like it there and would just as soon be there than anywhere else. Yanno?

This poem relates all those feelings to me, that is how it makes me feel. How do you take your coffee?

[V. K. Harris]

I've got that kinda blue too, sometimes in the morning when the sun refuses to shine, I'm right there with you in that dinner sitting at the booth made for two on the end, watching the rain streak the window wondering which drop will win.
This is a beautiful write.

[Andrea A. Wentz]

Sounds like he is depressed, feeling a loss of hope and drive, no light at the end of the tunnel. Does she ever feel that blue? Everyone does at some point in their lives, but does she feel that blue over him? That's another matter.

A really sad piece that can really draw the reader down to what he's feeling. Good job here Rain. :)

[Ani Ashford]

I can definitely hear the music in this.

[justjenn_2u]

This could very well be a blues song! I can relate with this feeling. After awhile, it can become habitual. The words are simple with a sentimental twist.

[Vanessa]

I thought it should have been in a book of sonnets (new-age sonnets, of course)
I know that obviously, it wouldn't have flowed, but it would have been nice if"she" showed up at that diner. It would have thrown a nice little twist (sorta). I don't know, maybe not....
But, it's just a thought. Well done, anyhow.

-Vanessa

[Robert Luna]

I liked the way this flowed and the internal beat of itself. Feel the words carry across like a breeze of some sort. I felt myself relating to the words and the feeling conveyed here the feeling of wondering if any one else could feel this way too. You are an artist my friend crafting words like pictures. Always a pleasure to lose myself in your realm from a bit of relaxation.


Great Job!!!!!!

[Brenda Sue]

This has a jazzy blue feel to it. I kept looking for a sax to be playing. I love it. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This kinda reminds me pf Dylan.. one of my favorite singer/songwriters.. i cam hear him singin it in his twangy drawn out way.. some kinda blue ... well i felt the same way before .. i like your line about a thicker coat..love how you write your thoughts.. just kinda throw them out to the wind ... i love this even though it is sad and blue.. sometimes i think we need some blue so we can appreciate the gold more .. and you got some of that too .. a gold soul for sure!

Chloe
xoxo

[Angela Talbert]

Beautiful, straight from the heart. I have also been there. I hope the blues leave you with the return of spring. Love, Angie