BLUES <br /> <br /> <br />The startled note rose <br />By a half tone – in fear… <br />On B flat froze the despair. <br />Why does the icy heart <br />Tinkle and ring <br />In the sunbeams? <br />Isn’t afraid of turning into rain… <br />Of going with the wind in spring? <br /> <br />The sax o phone complains <br />In the saloon… <br />Blues – reproach and delusion… <br />I hum bass guitar’s sad bars, <br />Nostalgia wipes out tricks of vision, <br />And the wind, the chill breeze <br />Doesn’t scare any more <br />The maple-tree and its leaves…<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blues-4/
