Open Poetry #50 |
![]() ![]() |
Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Thirty-Four; Scene Through The Blue Of It... |
![]() ![]() ![]() |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
A vagrant heifer’s tinkling bell rang throughout the day like a coffee shop concert, echoing into the dark of night which now surrounds me in my meditations The mountains coax a pale-yellow moon to pour itself into their heavy breasts as a clear sky exposes a million secret stars... stars that I’ve christened with the names of many dead friends A short distance away, the cabin yawns in the dusk, exhaling a lazy drift of smoke along the tree line Our weathered old Bonneville lay rusting upon its frame, as a monument to so many happy times… happy times that will return to us, baby… “Soon” ...just bein' Bluesy [This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (04-12-2018 11:54 AM).] |
||
© Copyright 2018 BluesyTunes - All Rights Reserved | |||
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is such a 'pretty' poem. It reads like a picture postcard from home. And I know "soon" can't be "soon" enough. ![]() |
||
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Not to wait for better days, rather to fight for them with a togetherness . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
||
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Quite right, Miss Lori. These few remaining months are passing quickly now. Many thanks! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
||
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
You are also quite right, Jerry. I appreciate your being here. Much obliged. ...just bein' Bluesy |
||
![]() ![]() |
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
![]() ![]() ![]() |
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |