The Magic of the Blues
The Magic of the Blues
Blues.
Pain.
Hope lives.
Music lives.
There is truth in pain.
All men, women, children feel the heart's beat.
There is always music in Hope,
and there is Truth in the Blues.
Even the whitest of white men
is only three heartbreaks away
from being a bluesman.
The Blues was born
the day the verdant West African shoreline
fell away from sight,
while the overloaded ship
slipped away from the horizon.
The only way the magic of the Blues will ever die out
from the musical language of this world we share
is if by some small chance the power of love
becomes greater than the love of power
and the world knows nothing but peace.
This poem is a Fibonacci sequence.
This poem also paraphrases my favorite bluesman, Jimi Hendrix.
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©2015 Christopher Reilley
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There will always be those who love power more than love --- and blues is there to console us.
ReplyDeleteA magical Fibonacci blues poem, Christopher.
ReplyDeleteLoving the mathematical container, as well as the deep-blueness of the love
ReplyDeleteEven the whitest of white men
ReplyDeleteis only three heartbreaks away
from being a bluesman.
The Blues was born
the day the verdant West African shoreline
fell away from sight,
while the overloaded ship
slipped away from the horizon.
Love these.👏
Love the blues, the musicality of the verses and power of love.
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