Shades of Blue

Sometimes my words roll out in waves

like grass that's kissed by wind from cranes

who rise up on a sheet of wind...

Rhymes come to bless me on a whim...

On other days I must go out

into the ravenous array,

and hunt my dinner down with tools,

and weapons of personal choosing...

You feel it on the air sometimes

just how the world gets with it's hoarding...

Will we approach this march of dimes,

or die beneath boarded up planks?...

I'm not sure which will be our fate,

I just know that I feel a pulse,

and there is something new and sure

emerging from the dewy blades...

Sometimes my words roll out in waves

like grass that's kissed by wind from cranes

who rise up on a sheet of wind...

Rhymes come to bless me on a whim...

I feel the sickly sweet descent

of falling leaves where blow-hards puff

themselves into a royal knot...

Their eyes bulge wide where horses trot,

and bandits of the world press on,

while those in blind-folds pay the price...

I know that life continues off

the map that some deluded prince

dreamed up to keep a good man down...

Gets hard to flail or move around...

...But maybe in this time of trials

where famine reigns, and truth gets filed

under the guise of worn out shoes

we'll find lost life midst shades of blue.

©

9/4/21

Bunny Villaire