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Like a child's toy
brings joy, amusement, comfort...
we play our blues
reflections perhaps
of precious moments we learn to fly
an instant replay of something good
or bad happening that day
role play
ideas lost and found
intentions raised, in mind
though, not yet followed through
things the universe has cast our way
in the ocean of things to do...
of things missed or dissed
of circumstantial currents set into motion
emotions triggered from cues
real or imagined
some, with a flourish
of spontaneous chatter
and witty comebacks
others
lost at the moment of impact
smoldering in the ashes
written off
or abandoned in place
without even favorable mention
unspoken
a chain of events lost or broken
we enter a void...
(The proverbial Blues)
a place where
we get... put in a spotlight
ready or not
Alone...
we may or may not be
able to fathom
So we get annoyed
frustrated... We storm
hurl insults and profane expletives
with thunderous angry, anguished cries
distracted
uncaring, if we live or die...
trying to shake the demon off our back
...or being consumed by rage
of the demon inside
When, on the outside
...the struggle continues
The magic never gets old...
just wiser
in remembrance
of how easy it is
with the blues
chasing our dreams
as the meanings gleam
like the tears in a child's eyes
wondering.
Where love grows
And how will it find its way back
when its not at all clear
where it has gone
when hard times come
and all our heroes
seem to be losing
faith in the dream...
but always seem
to find their way back to us,
when most needed.
And the seeds of the next come to us...
just as nature intends for us to see.
Like seasons change
and prayers answered
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