The Way You Sing the Blues

Courtesy of Pixabay

You’ll always be in my heart
you've been there from the start
there's something about you
maybe, it's the way you sing the blues

You’ve got me on the move
come ’on we got nothin’ to prove
come’ on we got nothin’ to prove

Your melancholy tone touching my soul
sometimes my dreams are out of control
tonight, the rare full moon is rising
tell me love, what’s over the horizon       

You’ve got me on the move
come ’on we got nothin’ to prove
come’ on we got nothin’ to prove

dance with me under the moon- glow
we’ll sway to the melody warm and slow
all this thinking of you, makes me blue
perhaps, the clouds obstruct my view

You’ve got me on the move
do my tears leave you unmoved
do my tears leave you unmoved 

You’ll always be in my heart
you’ve been there from the start
there is something about you
maybe, it’s the way you sing the blues

the way you sing the blues
the way you sing the blues
the way you sing the blues 

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open link night hosted by Grace

author's note:  I think the blue moon has put me in a melancholy mood

Thanks for visiting  

I was able to see the Blue Full Moon for a few brief moments

Rare Blue Moon

I anxiously await the super blue moon a rare sight amongst the stars.  Will the sky be kind and lift these heavy clouds that seem to hover? Illuminating the heavens to see the bigger picture far beyond reality. Welcoming the creative side of my thought well, my words flow in free form.  

Under the blue moon one can dare to dream in the sacred places of the heart.  Become the voyager of the seen and unseen.  In stillness listen to the spirits of light and abandon darkness.  There is an inner story waiting to unfurl on the wings of night.

Once in a blue moon dreams really do come true! Do you believe?

Owl hooting
magic and wisdom are yours
fluttering

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hosted by Frank writing a haibun about the
Super Blue Moon

Pic courtesy of Pixabay

Chasing a Dream

She headed out early on a hot and humid summer morning.  Yearning to experience the rush of the mighty Niagara Falls.  She had sent him a message to meet her at the Fallsview Casino.  Maddening thoughts racing through her mind as she navigated the busy highway.  Would he show up?  So many lost opportunities.

Suddenly, the clouds grew dark, the radio warning of a fast- approaching storm. Traffic holding its breath,sky a tense diaphragm. Her heart rapidly beating, she tried to control each inhale and exhale. Perhaps, this wasn't the best of plans.  The clouds exploded with pounding rain, flashes of lightning and roaring thunder.  Clenching the steering wheel, praying to the heavens for this one dream. To see him face to face, heart to heart, breath to breath.

Surely, this storm-chase would pass and bring sunshine and an arc of hope.

written for dVerse
hosted by Kim - Writing 144 word prosery
including the following line in the story.

Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm’

Barefoot in the Rain

Have you ever walked in the rain
feeling pain
Would you wish those gray clouds away
for today
Could you sing songs of summer fun
on the run

dreaming of you and the sun
drying salty tears from my eyes
loving you is hard to deny
feeling pain, for today, on the run

 

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hosted by Laura

writing an ovillejo on the theme of rain 

That was an interesting form - not sure how I did

Summer Pops With Thoughts of You

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

On a summer day
under skies of blue
surrounded by mountains
in green hues
drifting on the river
of mystical dreams

immersing myself
in the serenity of nature
a dragonfly lands on my hand
a small creature
thoughts of you pop
into my head

written for dVerse
hosted by Mish -Writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word pop

Thank you for your visit

I had a zen moment this past weekend

Peace and light 

Blooming Onion

Blooming Onion - Pioneer Woman

 

Oh, sweet onion, why do you make me cry
peeling your silky layers, wiping my eyes
cutting pieces of you and I….

I look out my window the roses in bloom
 longing to smell  their heady perfume
but, here I am inhaling pungent fumes

You should be a blooming desert flower
I’ll transform you, soak you for an hour
batter and fry you, dip you in sauce sweet & sour

Your delicate petals will surely be devoured
on lips you will leave smiles, oh, sweet flower

 

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hosted by Melissa - writing onion poetry