Song Sung Blue

Jabberwocky

Crying some tears,
Myself, all alone.
Listening to singers
Of sadness in song.

Now that there's none 
To cry left for me
I cried for myself, 
Out of old misery.

There are dishes need doing
And a garden to tend,
There's shoes to keep polished
And garments to mend.

But I'll just take a minute
To let it all go,
Then get back to the grind
And forget long ago.

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Jabberwocky, what a strong poem. Setting private grief beside all those unfinished chores makes the moment feel honest and familiar. You cry, pull yourself together, and go finish what needs doing. I felt this one. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Jabberwocky

      Thanks. I've done all the chores now, just sitting out back watching the sky struggle with the imminence of rain. This is Scotland, it's a daily ritual the heavens have.

    • sorenbarrett

      A great poem that brings to mind that old saying that idle hands are the devils workshop. Keeping busy often helps get one's mind off one's troubles

      • Jabberwocky

        I better keep busy then, that old devil really likes finding my hands.
        Thanks

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome my friend

        • Goldfinch60

          Those tears of sadness will hopefully one day go away Gary and be replaced by tears of happiness.

          Andy

          • Jabberwocky

            My misery is mostly in my poems, I'm quite cheery in real life... mostly.
            Hope you are well. It's a pleasant cloudy evening here, with the wind punishing the trees and the woods behind my house moving rhythmically. I have coffee and cigarettes and my kids are on a sleepover. All is good.

            • Goldfinch60

              Glad all is well Gary.

              Andy



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