BLUES

SHE Is feeling the blues in her head…the steady pace and flow of rambling coherent words unsaid

Is feeling like she may sway like the reeds conjured by the un melodious jarring

Does not care if it does not make sense to you as it’s to feel an emotion not be understood…she is letting the music take over her hands……inspired of a greater intellectual creativity…

Decided as soon as she heard it she would put pen to it…images of a sun rising, a new dawn would cater encourage the flow so blocked by negativity , that Ironically was once welcomed creative prosperity
Swaying as she types…hmmmm tastes soooo good. Sweet with a hint of jasmine. Running in green fields being chased. Carefree and childlike. Her pen running to the rhythm of a …holiday, guided by Coltrane and soothed by Simone

Mmmmm is singing with her pen to the blues in her head…..a sound inspired by ancient drums of the words unsaid to those who should be listening, but a million soothing utterances to those who share its pain, its past. Procreating is her recreations as she is creating a sound…….

Satisfied she reads…..then leaves the mumbled jumbled hyped up blues on her paper…and leaves