The Blues

The Blues

A Poem by Sami Khalil

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The Blues                          by Sami Khalil



 

No need to cry or fret over spilled milk

For nothing disturbs the conscience like guilt

What dissipated will surge before we blink

Bloody are swords plunged deeply to the hilt.

 

It is befitting life to have newness

Wardrobes are filled with timely-worn clothing

As we all fall by the wayside clueless

Those who grasp things bid adieu to loathing.

 

Memories widen gaps, rambling within

Like ancient rituals flashing across

Old failures dismay much to our chagrin

In learning arises no call to gloss.

 

Cast away your sullen state brazenly

Deep down we bathe in the blues easily.

© 2024 Sami Khalil


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Pax
I call them melancholia, or deep blues, and we can't help but be drawn to it and be drowning to its oceanic waves, reminisce the memories we tried to erase, I guess it never went away, and it became our trustfall, cause we knew we will be okay as we fall yet again in the pit.. We understand and we learned, it's our human nature to be stronger than what was...

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Wow! Your review is wonderful and right on the money. I totally agree. I guess we humans have all th.. read more
Good Poetry.

I really like your style.

Reminds me a bit of old Jim...

Very... new age... matter of speak.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Wow! Good to know. Say hi to Jim for I like to meet him. Matter of speak is awesome as your reaction.. read more
The_Ancient_Rock

1 Year Ago

Jim Morrison.

I am the lizard King, I can do anything.
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Wow! I love it
When a see a Rainbow it may have Blue…
The World has become Cruel… Poets are💜 Heart broken… so much sadness when the Devil takes Innocent children and good people and there is much Pain.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

All true and well said. It is saddening indeed. We need more and more survival skills in these hard.. read more
Your English sonnets are so well versed, Sami. I've never written one, but each time I read one from you, it makes me think I can. I've been writing free verse all my life. Perhaps its best to stick with what we know.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

I agree and it works. You summed it up marvelously. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and .. read more
the blues of loathing...the red warning signs of being unsatisfied with life.
Yellow is the color of cowardice if we run from our problems or use them as an excuse
for the blues...
green are the pastures we envision where things are better.
White is the blank space of life when constantly wanting more than we have.
Black the soul of witless want for more than life is willing to give.
yes we bathe in blues too easily...
if only many of us weren't so color blind or blinded by colors that reside inside.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Wowzy woooo! I love your take on this poem sir Jacob; truth upon truth are your wonderful.words. You.. read more

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Added on April 9, 2023
Last Updated on September 22, 2024

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