Off The Coast Of Maine Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Off the coast of Maine with the blues
Like Roy Buchanan bending notes
An old black and white film
The wind is strange
Melodic chimes of sorrow
The sea will always be my friend

Help me feel the ground my love
The price of darkness isn’t worth it

Stark organ like vivid sands
Clouds of coming rain
Beauty like a sermon
Trees blow like a painting

Pure memories flood like rivers
Where is your hand my friend?
We all loose and win
She is there like a decoupage
Soft light glows from a distant farm

Maine is a beautiful place
I just got the blues