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The lady in blue, walks a yellow line
between here and there, it's hard to define
Her heart beats to a melancholy tune
was love some forgotten interlude
resting on the shoulder of a lost dream
skipping stones in a faraway stream
she sings the language of the blues
perhaps, it's time for a new pair of shoes
drifting beyond the veil of the afternoon
in a quiet city street, hope lies strewn
in silent hours, she thinks only of you
wondering if you could ever be true
out of the darkness a crow holds the key
The flow and Rhyme in this is beautiful Truedessa! I think a sad soul can be captive indeed. Always lovely to see you at the Muse.
ReplyDeleteHi Carrie, Thank you so much for The Sunday Muse. I always enjoy seeing where it will lead me.
DeleteWonderful rhythm and color; the lines have a snap that floats just over the sorrow
ReplyDeleteThank you, I like that "snap". Have a wonderful Sunday.
DeleteTruedessa, this is a lovely poem. I like poems that rhyme and taking more time and effort also generates appreciation. Starting with the yellow line walk and ending with her getting free it reads smoothly all the way.
ReplyDeleteHi Jim,
DeleteThanks for visiting and leaving a comment. I appreciate it :)
A dark moment can be revelation itself. Beautifully rhymed.
ReplyDeleteSumana, I think dark moments can bring a bit of light.
DeleteFlying free with new shoes, never know, could beat the blues.
ReplyDeleteHaha - Sometimes those blues have a way of staying around longer than one would like.
DeleteVery clever interpretation of that image!
ReplyDeleteThanks Alex, I just let it speak to me.
DeleteI can feel that melancholy....and my heart lifts when she flies free. Raven holds the key!
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry the raven holds the key flying free.
Deletein silent hours, she thinks only of you
ReplyDeletewondering if you could ever be true
Sometimes by a stroke of good fortune there is always someone out there waiting. It is a question of zeroing in to the kind soul which is not easy.Good thoughts True!
Hank
Poignant as always.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the crow holding the key to free her soul.
ReplyDeleteLove the rhyme going on. Just beautiful.
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