The Blues

The unrequited blues came today. It sat above my head and crossed its legs and stayed awhile.
I remembered everything that was and never was, and I was sad.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Hello and good morning again.
Is often the way, we hurt as much over what we didn't do as we do over things we did.
Regret: Regret. Set sail, chance the doldrums OR never explore open waters?
It's what and how Life is.
So hope you're not as sad as were. Keep safe, Bonnie, take care. xx

[Bonnie Paige]

I found a book of poems I wrote as a teenager. This was one of them. I was searching all my life for someone who measured up to my need to be adored. I had it for moments, days and hours, but never for filled for a lifetime. Always a fleeting moment. Now that I don't look for it anymore I wonder if my poetry will change color.

[Bonnie Paige]

Fulfilled*

[emmajoy]

What a book to value and think about! Now am thinking ~ wondering: perhaps all or most of us would like to be adored but, in the process, adore the other too. If that's not always plausible . the book of words remains dormant. Perhaps even not they could create pleasure, gentleness rather than sad as blazes. Why not create hope with the best?

[albee]

i see that Raven come to sing the blues above my chamber door.
my blues live in my head, hope lives in my belly red.
i'll find that rainbow chain to keep the bird in its cage.