Here are a few oldies, but goodies that I have posted at one time or another. All of them are mine and were written this year. Enjoy.

Chicago Blues

A smoky, Chicago hall
Filled with couples,
Laughter,
And sounds of forgetfulness,
Wailed with the blues.
It pulsed with every guitar strum,
It hummed.
Piano and sax,
Jazz and lonely bluesman,
Mixed to create a new sound
One that will change the world
One that will turn it around.
A lonely man strolls
Along the sidewalk outside
Where broken amber bottles
Litter.
Beer-smell all around.
The open door
Showcases the new sound
And the man hears it.
The man knows it.
He feels the Blues.
Inside the piano-player goes on.
The room is blue with smoke,
The blues rumble
A sad worn-down tune.
The music leads the folks
This hot summer night in June,
Leads them home,
Leads them home,
With the Blues.



Night Sounds

Sometimes I listen to
Owls in the dark of the southern night
Under the magnolia
Tree at my grandfather’s farm where
He toiled the land
Every year that he lived,
Right up until he died and
Now it’s mine and I still listen.


Depression

Deep thoughts of despair stab me.
I go through periods of hatred and remorse,
Feeling repressed and wasted and
Everyone’s an enemy.
Who says I’m suicidal?
They fill me with their
Sorcery of comforting thoughts and
Inner disdain, But I’m
Only depressed from the birth,
Not of life and the child itself.



My Tree

My reading tree is ancient and tall
With low branches for climbing
And thick branches for sitting.
Swaying along with the tree dance,
Hearing the wind in the leaves prance,
I read there all day long,
Lost in the wonder of my book.


© 2005 Dana Sieben