Poem

I think I know hat James Taylor was thinking in his songs.

 

 

           Midnight Blue

 

You know its something

When the words do not come

With the savvy and charm as they

Usually do

As I sit waiting

Waiting on midnight blue

Waiting for God knows what

Waiting

 

The beers numb the pain

The pen flashes of brilliance

With words on paper

All waiting, waiting, waiting.

 

A dine lays on the table

All alone

As if there is some meaning to it

Waiting, waiting on midnight blue

 

A man laments his lot in life

The cheats, the dishonest

How dare they dine at the silver platter

When I work so hard.

 

And there I was waiting

Waiting on midnight blue

For something that is true

Just waiting on midnight blue

Waiting.

 

A  light came from under the door

As granny spoke to Mother Mary

A blue light at midnight

Waiting on midnight blue.

 

And I’ll wait a lifetime

Waiting on midnight blue

Waiting, waiting , waiting.

Waiting for the comforts of Midnight Blue

Waiting, waiting wasting my

Life away

Waiting for Midnight Blue

Waiting.

Author's Note

have fun with this one.

Reviews

[Sophie]

Very, very nicely penned. I like the free-form verse with this poem.
The repetition was great too; it never became too drawn out.
And, I agree with several reviewers; you could definitely put music to this.

[deeps]

Really like this and the flow you ahve going.
Wonderful write.

[Meredith Leigh]

This is really, I loved the wording and repetition of rhyme in this poem. The title actually drew me in as well, because you don't see that often! Great work!

- Kriss

[Cherry Berry]

This is a great piece. I agree with Anjel... You could put music to this piece.
Well penned.
xox
Cherri

[Anjel]

love the flow to this. very song like and could hear it play in my mind while reading it.

[Poeticpiers]

nicely composed in free form poetic prose We spend most of our lofe waiting on something or somebody