The Gear Of The Gorton Fisherman: A Pound Of Prevention Worth An Ounce Of Vows...

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Open Poetry #50

The Gear Of The Gorton Fisherman: A Pound Of Prevention Worth An Ounce Of Vows...

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-01-20 02:21 AM

Baby, your words fall like rain collecting in shallow puddles
and made dirty by the earth as they turn it to mud
...only to evaporate and fall again

I have no time or need of time
No patience, no money, no food or love
...and I no longer feel any hunger

But your words rain down all around me, baby,
making me feel so dirty, only to evaporate
...and fall again

...and again

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2018-01-20 04:34 PM

I like this. It is a little off beat like jazz. ~L

Poet In Pink
Senior Member
Posts 1066
MI

2 posted 2018-01-20 07:16 PM

Your words are ~ Sad yet hopeful all at the same time...An emotionally charged write Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

3 posted 2018-01-21 04:45 AM

Some jazz does conjure up or relate to feelings in this way, Miss Lori. That's cool of you to think of it that way. Thanks...

...just bein' Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

4 posted 2018-01-21 04:49 AM

I'm always pleased to hear your take on what I write, Miss Pinky. We're a small crowd here, aren't we...but you make it feel big and bustling with your sparkling presence.

...just bein' Bluesy

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