Its Scar Now Yours To Love (Blues Poem #12)

Kurt Philip Behm

“You must earn the right

to sing the blues

 

“No high school chorus,

the hurt you choose”

 

To wrestle with your demons,

no safety net in place

 

Often times it’s zero-sum,

a blood trail left to trace

 

You hum those Irish ditties,

or sing like Junior Wells

 

When you want those notes to fly,

you usher them through hell

 

In the end it may not matter,

the ending seldom does

 

What counts is how you stitch that wound,

—its scar now yours to love

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2017 10:07
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Comments4

  • Louis Gibbs

    Yes, we all have our scars to learn to love. I appreciated this piece Kurt!

  • FredPeyer

    A great thought provoking piece. Unfortunately too many of us scratch the scars instead of learning to love them.

  • Heather T

    Sing it cuz you lived it. Poetry is the same. History is as much, just a long series of scars. And then, sometimes even the hoodoo man gets hoodoo'ed.

  • burning-embers

    The blues. I've played many genre of music live but the blues lets me be me. Ad-libbing a solo is fun and creative, often showing off, but in the blues its open heart therapy, my heart sings of my scars. Do i sound like i miss it. You bet i do.



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