Broken-Hearted Blues Poem by Romella Kitchens

Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Broken-Hearted Blues



Broken-Hearted Blues

From Georgia those blues came walking, wearing worn shoes.
Broken-hearted, migrant from the orphanages,
from foster cares and poverty homes to where they thought adequate
work and time would heal all those lost, longing, families
men and women in them.
Broken-hearted blues.
Syncopated, unrelated to anything but what went away...
The things that did not stay.

Work song.
Chain gang melodies.
Funeral dirges throaty and deep down in the burial dirt
sung for people that sometimes got nothing but a demised
promise, a contradiction then a lie in their lives.
Then, had to lay down and cease breathing like everyone else
on top of those preliminary pains.

Broken-hearted melody, all those sobbing life-chords,
death augments under a fleck-less, eternal sky.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I learned to write a few versions of a standard blues poem early in my writing and still return to them like a refraign or a visit home to family every so often. Their structured lack of structure is a touch stone, an ending and yet of course a beginning. It means you hear and can respond.
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Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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