Tsira Gogeshvili

Rookie - 15 Points (29.07.1959. / Tbilisi)

Blues - Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

BLUES


The startled note rose
By a half tone – in fear…
On B flat froze the despair.
Why does the icy heart
Tinkle and ring
In the sunbeams?
Isn’t afraid of turning into rain…
Of going with the wind in spring?

The sax o phone complains
In the saloon…
Blues – reproach and delusion…
I hum bass guitar’s sad bars,
Nostalgia wipes out tricks of vision,
And the wind, the chill breeze
Doesn’t scare any more
The maple-tree and its leaves…


Comments about Blues by Tsira Gogeshvili

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (11/28/2008 1:40:00 AM)


    The sounds of fury vanished...........till the vapors drying up, and the blues live on.
    Marvelous works of art from you my dear Tsira.
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  • Gary Fellows (11/10/2008 9:52:00 AM)


    Nice musical thoughts on the blues, well done! Gary (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (10/9/2008 5:54:00 AM)


    'Nostalgia wipes out tricks of vision,
    And the wind, the chill breeze
    Doesn’t scare any more
    The maple-tree and its leaves…'

    Very nice composition.
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  • (4/24/2008 11:13:00 AM)


    The wind playing music, no frozen despair (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2008 7:18:00 PM)


    Your B flat blues is unit. it is like the Blues is no longer blue&green - but in B and ronde - magic like the green Tara (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (4/16/2008 10:58:00 PM)


    rose still beams blue by the colors true
    fear seem to dissolves evein by the despair........lovely poem when heaves by imagery.............10/10, thanks for sharing
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  • (4/16/2008 12:24:00 PM)


    whoa, awesome...simply amazing poem...i love the blues! ! You have captured them so well here, but I sense more of a B minor, than a B flat, in this poem! (Report) Reply

  • (4/15/2008 3:56:00 PM)


    A brilliantly written first stanza, followed be an immagery filler second, A reading pleasure to be enjoyed by all, (Report) Reply

  • PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (4/14/2008 10:32:00 PM)


    'Isn’t afraid of turning into rain…
    Of going with the wind in spring? ' stunning.............thanks for sharing
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  • (4/13/2008 7:35:00 AM)


    Poetry at its purest, the poem is a song for all hearts 10 Chris x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 13, 2008


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