The Way You Sing the Blues

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

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

Patchwork Blues

Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue”

 

 Life is a patchwork of poetry
filled with verses and symmetry
sewn with a feather light stitch
hues of blue moonlight: rich

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

Fabrics of the lives we live
along the way we learn to give
loves a quilt of vibrant color
don't let it be torn asunder

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

How to mend a misshapen heart
don't want the seams to fall apart
precious blocks of  boundless time
creating our own special design

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

Scraps of our lives quilted together
warming us no matter the weather
I know I should let these feelings go
but, our story still needs time to grow

pieces of me and pieces of you
I've got the patchwork blues
dreaming of you under bamboo

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New Fallin' Snow

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I've got the cold weather blues
bundling up just to read my email
this heart of mine is feelin' bruised
the winter winds let out a wail

let it go, let it go
let it go, with the new fallin' snow

You know I've been thinking of you
wondering do you still think of me
full cold moon is rising into view
the willow tree now in dormancy

let it go, let it go
let if go, with the new fallin' snow

I've got the cold weather blues
a poetic song, could warm my nights
sing to me about love that's true
let's dance under December starlight

let it go, let it go
let it go, with the new fallin' snow

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using two winter song titles from
a list provided, I chose the following

Cold Weather Blues (Muddy Waters)
Let It Go (Idina Menzel)

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Abandoned - Piano Blues

Photography by Romain Thiery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

within these abandoned walls

once lived happiness, music

filled the inner chambers

of a loving heart

 

broken keys, now out of tune

rotting floorboards moan in

grief for the songs of yesterday

sacred foundation crumbling

 

instrumental was the mortar

of pitch, tempo, texture and

structure which created overall

harmony in this space of time

 

fleeing from life when loss

was too great to bare, the cross

of misunderstanding weighing

down the fringes of reality

 

memories float through filtered

moonlight and a piano plays the

blues,  a heart swells, drowning in 

a dream well 

 

outside the vineyard yields

sweet seeds of hope, cupped

hands sip intoxicating flavors

life emerges to the cicadas song

 

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not sure this makes sense but,

my mood is blue...

 

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Decomposing Red Roses

The Sunday Muse

Bursting into bloom,  red roses

has anyone noticed, their

delicate beauty

They speak of love and passion

but, the thorns are a reminder

of imperfection

Can you see me through the

rosy tinted haze of summer

my heart openly on display

Exposed, soft buds of affection

but, will a single rose fill

you with enchantment

or do you yearn for

a bouquet

Wilting in the poetic garden

my heart pierced by the thorns

of decaying dreams

Perhaps, love is like a  blue rose

elusive and mysterious in nature

a journey into the unattainable

Living in modern times, there is a

loss of innocence, how can I touch

you when you are too far away

How can I make you believe

in the songs of the roses

when all I feel are

the thorns of the blues

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The Sea Inside Of Me

"The Sea Inside"  painting by Samy Charnine

The sea inside of me is blue
navigating the currents of life

my eyes take in a different view

wondering if an end is in sight

navigating the currents of life

golden angel(fish) swim near

wondering if an end is in sight

in silence I shed a solemn tear

golden angel(fish) swim near

colorful scales, singing a song

in silence I shed a solemn tear

my heart yearns to sing along

colorful scales, singing a song

I want to write of love's refrain

my heart yearns to sing along

tell me will I ever see you again

I want to write of love's refrain

my eyes take in a different view

tell me will I ever see you again

the sea inside of me is blue

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