The Rolling Blues Poem by Dave Alan Walker
The Rolling Blues
The blues are rolling
like a train down the tracks
singing about the bad times
but hoping for a break
The harp player is blowing
like a train whistle before a stop
the rhythm player is playing
to the sound of the wheels on a track
The singer is singing
to the pain and the struggle
while we all sit and listen
to what comes from the heart
Beautiful comparisons make the poem very captivating! !
Music from the heart means so much to many, those old blues will live forever.
Not a 'Blues' lover myself, but your poem is just great. (This site gives me the blues though! !) .
This is a poem so mellifluous in tone and sublime in theme! !
Dave Allan Walker, I found this jewel trapping light in its full essence. The jaguar leaped out from the poem and got me. Thanks for the maul, it was terrific. A thought just occurred to me Jaguars are now technically made by us, thank The Lord, Bentley is still hand crafted in England. Something's are made of the soil.
And your poem rolling words in blues to moonlight blue hue..lovely_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:25:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the last line is fantastic! Dave! Good poem!