blues
the helpless, hopeless, remorse-filled blues
when you’ve seen the doctor and she’s seen you
when Time runs out and Eternity beckons
blues
the darkest hues with shivering slivers of
pewter muting to gray, muting to black,
muting to light fractures in a surface
permeable and permissible, heavenly Light
or, so “they” tell me …
But lost in that Universe of Light
will “I’ still be?
will “you” still be?
answer me that
What is the character of this Light?
Matter or myth?
Ah then…
after all, pondering on
I find I really don’t care
I’ll poem my blues and poem my light
until all that’s left of me is
what I leave behind…
and you?
Will you leave your unwritten
blue poem hanging in the air to be
sensed by the few who can?
Or, will you, like slaves of old,
paint yourself blue and boiling tears
dance round the fire’s edge and rebirth
your broken blue soul into wholeness?
This poem is written out of memory. Nothing untoward is pending … except, of course, for the fact of a world gone mad and who knows what’s next with that …
© 2017, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved
The BeZine 
The picture and poem are perfect for one another, Jamie. As to the character of the Light, I believe it to be both matter *and* myth. 🙂 I love that while there is a melancholy tone to this, there is also a wisp of hope. Which reminds me of the natural order of the universe – death, rebirth, life…perhaps the color of the universe’s soul is blue? Thanks for sharing this with us.
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Cornia, thanks for reading and for your perceptive reply. I too thing it’s both matter and myth and there IS a natural order and best to respect it and go with it.
Warmly,
Jamie
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