Black And Blues Poem by Bill Cantrell
Black And Blues
Hammering gold upon a wish,
Can you hear my hearts desire?
To carry your brand upon my flesh,
As passion climbs ever higher
Hear me scream, bending strings
As I seemingly lose control
Dwelling inside the cobalt blues,
A sheep of a kindred fold
Off the cuff of spiritual hymns
The black man forged the blues
Baring your soul with sweat and tears,
All credit is going to you
Your inspiration is beautiful in a write and tribute to Albert King Born Under a Bad Sign Good poem! Listening to him now....a glass of wine pairs well with it!
Ahh, yes THE BLUES... that familiar old friend that understands the sad songs of a poet's heart! I hear the melody of your words...and sway in it's soulful beat. Extremely enjoyed your write. PEACE
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What a marvellous association between music and sentiments! The poet's desire is a burning one " To carry your brand upon my flesh, /As passion climbs ever higher" and " Hear me scream, bending strings/As I seemingly lose control" to be able to match in verse the passion emanated by the musician's instrument. The last four verses depict the unbridled admiration for the impressive achievements of the man who is regarded as the king of blues.