Black And Blue

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – April Day 22
Poets of April – Pick a quote and photo to inspire your poem.  (posted by  Susie)

“To write a blues song is to regiment riots and pluck gems from graves.”
~ Etheridge Knight

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He had his guitar,
strummed and sang
blues with a touch of black

He had his guitar,
strummed and sang,
swore he would never go back

He had his guitar,
strummed and sang
of burdens ancient as stone

He had his guitar,
strummed and sang,
when death neared, he went home

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Black And Blue

  1. This is beautiful, Sara.

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  2. kanzensakura says:

    I like the ending of this…he went home. And so do we all.

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  3. sanaarizvi says:

    This is so incredibly wistful!💞

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  4. Love your blues song! Thanks so much for taking part in the challenge!

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  5. I love the blues and love this poem/song – particularly “blues with a touch of black” and “burdens ancient as stone”.

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