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…
'Isn’t afraid of turning into rain… Of going with the wind in spring? ' stunning.............thanks for sharing
A brilliantly written first stanza, followed be an immagery filler second, A reading pleasure to be enjoyed by all,
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!
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
The sounds of fury vanished...........till the vapors drying up, and the blues live on. Marvelous works of art from you my dear Tsira.
'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.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry at its purest, the poem is a song for all hearts 10 Chris x