Jazzy Tuesday poetry. The midnight blues..
The midnight blues…
(I wrote seven poems today. I listen to Nevil Shute two books. “A town like Alice” and “At the beach”. Made my muse come alive.)
1- He loved the bones of her hand.
He loved to hold her hands and feel the hidden softness.
He adored her laughing eyes,
they made sleeping men come alive.
He knew, she saved him from himself and
he couldn’t repaid her.
He told her, you are too kind to me.
What must I pay you?
She smiled and she told him.
My payment is our sea walks in the morning and drinking midnight whiskey with silence near us.
Love demand payment dear poet and my payment is.
You love me till the end of the days.
2- Old man drink the whiskey with a glass of water into the late night.
He sings the midnight blues to the night and
he write. Dead man poetry.
“Bit by bit,
pieces by pieces,
the negative world take us apart.
One day, we will see a stranger looking back in the mirror.
I asked myself. What is left of me?
Bit by bit,
pieces by pieces.
The angry world will kill our soul.
Dancing Coyote
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Thank you dear Christine.
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