Thank God Jesus sings the blues

The dark day my lady left me

Tears of heaven ran into my soul

The lord and I wept with water

In a tin shack tossed in the back

 

There was red on the harp

And blues in my veins

Are all lovers covered with these stains?

The clouds may lift but the sun won't shine

Tomorrows light may claim to win

But the pain will rest within

 

The world will laugh at my tears

Still a jester, after all these years

But when do comics cry? And does my father lie?

 

The heavens opened and the pain came down

I bleed from heart and hand

Fine before her ain't fine without her

But I'll love loss if I lost love

Wrong and right don't end tonight

But man did it feel like I knew

 

I'm not man's best friend, so don't toss me bones

Picked clean lost in loans, of tomorrows never here

And today’s given to fear

 

So back to horse and cattle

Back to born a drifter

With deep greens and blues

I will walk alone

Again it's just me and my unseen friend

And He'll bring me to the poems end.

Reviews

[rachel D]

awesome write. so glad u joined up!
was this the poem you wrote yesterday? or has it been tweaked? did something happen since i last saw you?
alright, i need to properly review this but i've got a little guy clinging to my leg!


"back to born a drifter
with deep greens and blues
I will walk alone
again it's just me and my unseen friend
and He Will bring me to the poem's end."

probably the strongest part of the poem, at least for me. good close to a heartwrenching piece. looking forward to reading more brother dear.
love, me

[J. Marc]

Hmmm! Quite surprising for a new writer, surprising in the sense that you did not try to produce something that the readers on this forum would expect. I have never come across anyone who calls his love "my lady" and I must confess I do pretty like it, it sets the tone for the rest of the poem and describes the kind of modern gentleman that you could be.

Indeed, this poem is about losing someone you loved. It is about all the pain and the sorrows that naturally come with this loss. It gives the blues indeed. But what if Jesus loves also other kinds of music. A sweet ballad, just a romantic song or why not something more upbeat? I have guessed (I could be wrong) some traits of southern culture in your words. The last paragraph is very meaningful, especially the last sentence: "I will walk alone, again it's just me and my unseen friend, and He Will bring me to the poem's end". There is something of the unsung hero in it!

Thank you!

[lost girl]

let the rain wash away your tears, reflect the sparkle in your eyes and then let the cleansing embrace you with her warmth. This is a brillant piece of tradegy and survival here, I am looking forward to reading more form you!

this is my favorite part:

The dark day my lady left me

tears of heaven ran to my soul

the Lord and I wept with water

in a tin shack tossed in the back

there was red on the harp

and blues in my veins

Are all lovers covered with these stains?

[Brenda Sue]

Beautifully written. Great write.

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

this piece is amazing... i love the images you create in the piece... great write