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