by Elizabeth Wartemberg
Divinity
Breathe in the fresh air
Abide by the darkness
The darkness that dawns
It dawns at day
At day when it's least expected
Prosperity
There is no clarity
In a world of clowns
A world of lost souls
There are no cities
Only amusement parks
Each country is like a funfair
Waiting to sell its sweets
An odd clown steps out of beat
Into a fair of heat
A fair of heat and lust
A fair of wretchedness
A vivid dream begins
Many gaze at the odd clown
It is an abomination
to seem blue
It is illegal to act blue
At the sound of a horn blowing
Two stooges stand back perplexed
They look about in anguish and fear
They are just glass marbles Harmless creatures
A fable
A tale
A dream of the odd blues
An illusion
Wake up
Wake-up to the sounds
of harsh reality
Wake-up to the real
world of blues.
It is not the main dish
It is the final taste of the day
As bitter as it seems
It is sweet and tempting
It has an alluring aroma
Capturing and provocative
It clasps the hearts
of many sailors
Many sailors that choose
to wander offshore
Offshore and drift
off course towards
a deadly world
A world where their
ship can easily sink
Sink into the depths
of the mighty ocean
The mighty blues ocean
You are the sailor
Your heart, your soul
and your mind
are like a ship
Hold on to that steer
That mighty will of hope
Do not become another
Another victim of
blues delicacy.
Last updated September 14, 2022