the blues (9)

the blues

the blues jumped up a rabbit,
rabbit ran a quarter mile;
that poor little furry bunny
scared like a baby child.....
taj mahal

the blues derive from feelings–mostly fear,
which ooze from fissures in composure's mask.
blue concupiscence makes the muscles err,
blue consequences take the soul to task.
the blues are found in spaces 'tween the cells;
the longing of the soul for its delight.
blue bodyego screams as passion thrills,
blue syntax of perception makes it right.
the blues rush in when separation leaves
a breach that only god or fear can fill –
blue grace an unction for this soul who grieves;
blue solace soothes & gives respite until
boy blue decides to live life on its terms
& trade the blues for faith true love affirms.

© Joseph McNair; 2009