Two For The Blues
Blues Poem #3
Living hard
the writing comes easy
Living easy
— the writing comes hard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
The Greatest Harp
My pen is like a blues riff
not always on the note
I bend within the moment
new feelings reach for hope
A eulogy remastered
the fire that he fed
His Mojo dancing with the Muse
Marine Band his to wed
My words to stretch and vibrate
a blind man his to read
They move in tribute off the page
Sonny’s orphaned reeds
My hand they cease to follow
as letters wail and slide
While deep in South Chicago
— a harp long dead survives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’
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Personal tribute anchored in abstract meditation on art, legacy, craft
Dense layering of musical/literary metaphor with multiple interconnected ideas
Elegiac reverence mixed with celebratory energy; melancholic but affirming
Active verb language, synesthetic imagery, rhythmic intensity without harshness
Approximately 24 lines across two sections; mid-length poem
Extensive simile, metaphor, personification; highly ornamented throughout
Primarily lyric internal voice; minimal narrative or dramatic persona shift
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