Muscle in movement to music
as cords are cut from corpse,
‘I was born in blue,’ he said,
‘tender twisting into tune,
I am rags rendered into rich,
suffering surrendering to the song.’
‘I was born in blue,’ he said
And his guitar the guts
through which he bled.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Based on a poetry prompt from @Poetry Portrait

BORN IN BLUE

16/07/201716/08/2021 / deuxiemepeau / 7 Comments

7 thoughts on “BORN IN BLUE”

Peter Notehelfer

16/07/2017 at 17:20

A fabulous piece, Damien; art & verse perfectly matched . . .

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  16/07/2017 at 17:42
  
  Thank you so much Peter! I was send the art this time but managed to hear the words. I hope you are well, greetings from a rather hot Paris
  
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  - Peter Notehelfer
    
    16/07/2017 at 18:30
    
    I thought Paris was always HOT!
  - deuxiemepeau
    
    18/07/2017 at 00:08
    
    Tempers certainly rise a lot here!! 😳😂
Dorinda Duclos

23/07/2017 at 07:13

Oh how we bleed the colors of our souls. Beautiful, my friend ❤️

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  23/07/2017 at 09:56
  
  Thank you so much Dorinda! Happy weekend. Xx
  
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  - Dorinda Duclos
    
    24/07/2017 at 01:41
    
    Thanks, Damien, it was a very happy one 🙂 Hope yours was, too!