Lyric № 79297
The Blues
The words hang like blues,
They shiver through you
and we can't stand the truth.
Now his hand's kissed you.
So this is what you are,
Hanging on to the blues,
Strung inside a guitar
Like the quivering truth.
Criminals on your case,
Everything haunting you,
Dark water, black lace,
The depth of the truth.
Tears unlike jewels
Dull as Norfolk in truth
Sinking smoke, so cruel,
Your own beautiful blues.
22 comments
And I know there are those that have to cause fear, that would have us believe there were criminals on every corner. Nevertheless how did these criminals manage to sneek into your poem.
His hands kissed you? must be to do with strumming but..
Again, the image of kissing hands is a non-literal poetic one that I thought sounded confused & lovely. But I suppose I am not writing for myself anymore.
I must confess, I wrote it as a writing exercise with a list of required words. I should have re-read and edited but I didn't. I agree that the "criminals" idea looks, frankly, silly. Thank-you.
"ga ga sluurp
hiss hiss buurp
and did a bird chiiirp
wakaboo 'n green goo?"
[Nobel Prize Winner!!!! NO?]
Hang could go anyway.. since words like "cling" would be a better alternative.
Hnwhuffl hhnnwfl hnfl hfl?
Gdroblboblhobngbl gbl gl g g g g glbgl.
Drublhaflablhaflubhafgabhaflhafl fl fl -
gm grawwwww grf grawf awfgm graw gm.
Hovoplodok - doplodovok - plovodokot - doplodokosh?
Splgraw fok fok splgrafhatchgabrlgabrl fok splfok!
Zgra kra gka fok!
Grof grawff gahf?
Gombl mbl bl -
blm plm,
blm plm,
blm plm,
blp
The Loch Ness Monster's Song, by Edwin Morgan.
My point was, that poetry is wordplay, it's original use of traditional terms. It's giving words meaning.
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