Blues Altered Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Blues Altered Rhythms
Blues crying in the morning, touching hearts
saddened with tears.
All of life tapping it's feet and listening
to the beautiful sounds of intense melodies,
sorrow protruding into the atmosphere.
Wiggling rhythms writhing in the pits of grief,
stirring up tears lying within, wanting now,
more than ever to be expressed in blues, giving
them expression in an altered rhythm.
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