Open Poetry #48 |
Alexis' Blues |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Alexis' Blues Muted trumpet howling down the street – Betties Blues Place red and blue neon flickering almost in tune, belying the true sadness, the jukebox loud enough to over-ride thoughts between swallows of not quite cold beer, stale smoke, and half-a-block away beneath the corner's, failing light, my misery. Opening closed eyes little lions peer from hiding places deep within the foliage of memory gone rampant, and wild and elusive little beast coming for me slinking, belly-dragging forward out of the darkness – coming for me, out of the night. Pieces of flesh – the hands, the heart, the eyes and lips, flickering in the neon when my eyes stray that way – What are the words? Where do they lay? I want, I love, I need – the soul harbors these. They're strapped to my chest sure as a belt was holding them tight. Where are the words, what are the ones that failed us where did they go wrong . . . the ones I said, the ones you shot back. Where are the words, the love, the need. Where are they, Where do they lay? All the little lions' yellow eyes peering from just outside the light, whispering . . . pray for salvation, elusive, blessed salvation dancing in neon just out of sight – we're coming, we're coming, coming for you. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the dark between us . . . the dark - Jesus, Oh Jesus, please tell me you're coming my way.
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
"Where are the words?" I wish I had the answer to that one my friend. I remember a time, (a much younger time), when I thought I had the answer for everything. These days I seem to have few words to say on any topic at all. Must've lost my belt. A nice walk this took me on. You definately arrived at your answer. Michael |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
Sometimes it is better not knowing, but asking for conformation can be a kind of blessing also. ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This paints a picture with van Gogh colors, Jimmy. Ida |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A very impressive outcry, dear Jimmy. You rendered the inner turmoil very well. You are heard! Margherita |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Sometimes the beasts are very small they have no eyes at all and yet we fear them just the same for what they come to claim |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
I feel i can relate deeply also i must compliment you on structure its admirable |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Wonderful form and flow thoughout this, Jimmy. I loved the way you captured your quest and longing for the answers. Such a powerful piece, very much enjoyed this. Best wishes, /Kit |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
I loved the variations of stanzas, each one in an inner direction,for a result very deep and emotional, where are the words ?the question is great and there are full of answers i guess, pick up the good one, thanks for the marvellous and fascinating read have a nice day yann |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...James |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
you set the mood to this with great aplumb |
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