Blues In Two Parts

Posted: 09/18/2011 in house of change, house of crazy, house of love

there is a man

i love him hard, i love him wild

there is a man

i love him hard i love him wild

but when the moon is blue,

hard hands on me and on my child.

we left by train

trestle over the water deep and wide

we left by train

trestle over the water deep and wide

i am damned and damned forever

because he spoke my name before he died.


this is a blues in two parts. find the other part at fireblossom’s.

for dverse poetics

  1. C Rose says:

    refrain lines give this a lot of impact, evocative piece enjoyed it ~ Rose

  2. brian says:

    haunting…i will assume the second half is the other and be happy that you found victory over that man and his rough hands….

  3. Mama Zen says:

    Oh, wow! Killer last line.

  4. Wowzers, this one packs a punch. Love the image of the train crossing the trestle over the water “deep and wide”.

  5. claudia says:

    heading over…curious how this blues will continue..

  6. very cool how this was split in two parts. Definitely hard blues here 😦

  7. hedgewitch says:

    Nyro’s smoky voice the perfect accompaniment to this lament, mournful as a train whistle off in the distance, disappearing like the hours and days…running down an endless track.

  8. Heaven says:

    the last line got me… like the refraining lines… simple yet powerful poem….

  9. Broadside meets the blues and the wails of a woman’s lament rings down the millenia – always the same, dare the devil, back to the wall she will fight, endanger her child she will kill. Your work is always killer, Shay!

  10. Loved the blues to this. Well done. and listeining to the video caps the feeling. Well Well done!

  11. lolamouse says:

    Haunting, especially with the song you posted.

  12. dani says:

    the devil doesn’t always show up as himself ~ when you see him in someone’s eyes, you still gotta stare him down.

    brilliance in two parts, my sista poet! ♥

    love the song, too.

  13. Charlotte says:

    Your words really have a “roots” feel – something that’s hard to convey and hard to find. All of your poetry feels to me, as a reader, as if it’s coming from deep inside and there’s no question of its authenticity. You are one of my favorite poets, Coal Black. I always feel amazed and satisfied when I come here and read.

  14. Bam! I’m glad I read them in the order I did. The first cryptic, this one not.

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