blues

the helpless, hopeless, remorse-filled blues
when you’ve seen the doctor and she’s seen you
when Time runs out and Eternity beckons

blues

the darkest hues with shivering slivers of
pewter muting to gray, muting to black,
muting to light fractures in a surface
permeable and permissible, heavenly Light

or, so “they” tell me …

But lost in that universe of Light
will “I’ still be?
will “you” still be?
answer me that

What is the character of this Light?
matter or myth?

Ah then…
after all, pondering on
I find I really don’t care
I’ll poem the blues and poem my light
until all that’s left of me is what
I leave behind…

and you?

Will you leave your unwritten
blue poem hanging in the air to be
sensed by the few who can?
Or, will you, like Africans of old,
paint yourself blue and boiling tears
dance round the fire’s edge and
rebirth your old soul in a new form

No worries, folks. This poem is a memory, an old poem resurfaced.

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