BLUES by Tsira Gogeshvili

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BLUES

BLUES

The startled note rose
By a half tone – in fear…
On B flat froze the despair.
Why does the icy heart
Tinkle and ring
In the sunbeams?
Isn’t afraid of turning into rain…
Of going with the wind in spring?

The sax o phone complains
In the saloon…
Blues – reproach and delusion…
I hum bass guitar’s sad bars,
Nostalgia wipes out tricks of vision,
And the wind, the chill breeze
Doesn’t scare any more
The maple-tree and its leaves…

Tsira Gogeshvili

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Gary Fellows (11/10/2008 9:52:00 AM)
Nice musical thoughts on the blues, well done! Gary

Ashraful Musaddeq (10/9/2008 5:54:00 AM)
'Nostalgia wipes out tricks of vision,
And the wind, the chill breeze
Doesn’t scare any more
The maple-tree and its leaves…'

Very nice composition.

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