(I have been experimenting with blues lyrics lately. This is one example of what I have produced. Comments are welcome.)
The earth yields no crops we sow.
The earth yields no crops we sow.
Fields turned to dust,
Water low.
Animals have taken flight.
Animals have taken flight.
Summer dried,
The river's might.
We packed our tribe and left.
We packed our tribe and left.
Our land gone,
Summer's theft.
Finally, the vast ocean's empire.
Finally, the vast ocean's empire.
For meat we fished.
Farming yields grew higher.
Pensive Blues
Unwrapping a mellow chord
Repeated words one affords
Flowers awaiting new bloom
Find Blue’s infusing the gloom
Waiting upon stars falling
Across the sky of wishing
An arched conduit of light
Opaque in harmony’s flight
Catching each note expecting
Lovers’ moon unquestioning
Rhythm extinguishing flame
Silencing slashes of pain
Ember’s etching on the sky
Kindled visions that now fly
A wasteland alight once more
Blazing with lyrical score
Melody of words spoken
Re-acquaint new love’s token
Awash in the bluest “Blues”
Dreaming of wishes come true
By: Debra Squyres 2/26/13
Based on the Blues lyrics of Nora Jones:
“Waiting”, “Turn Me On”
“Come Away With Me” and “The Nearness of You”.
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