Child Of The Blues   2 comments

“Body Pulsating To A Blues Melody” — Image by kenne

Child of The Blues

Child of the blues, 
When will I master the song,
When will it be my time to sing?
Will the word be out on the street?

My body pulsates to a melody.
The face of music is tempting the spirit.
If the music doesn’t start
What can we say or do?

Since dawn, I have listened.
Since dawn, still baying at the moon.
Should I watch for a sign?
Will the song be for all seasons?

The vibrations get stronger and stronger.
Will I begin to shake, rattle and roll?
How long before the music starts?
Will the word be out on the street?


Posted January 8, 2012 by kenneturner in Art, Blues, Music, Poetry

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2 responses to “Child Of The Blues

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  1. I remember my body pulsating to the music…..I do remember…..I do…..I do! Now I am happy my body has a pulse.


  2. Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:

    First posted January 2012. My first music memory was that of my babysitter listening and dancing to the boogie-woogie blues on the radio. — kenne


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