BORN IN BLUE

 

Muscle in movement to music
as cords are cut from corpse,
‘I was born in blue,’ he said,
‘tender twisting into tune,
I am rags rendered into rich,
suffering surrendering to the song.’
‘I was born in blue,’ he said
And his guitar the guts
through which he bled.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Based on a poetry prompt from @Poetry Portrait 

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7 thoughts on “BORN IN BLUE

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you so much Peter! I was send the art this time but managed to hear the words. I hope you are well, greetings from a rather hot Paris

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