The Blues Have Not Cured My Questions

The Blues Have Not Cured My Questions
The Blues Have Not Cured My Questions

Moods pass like phases of the moon,
luminescent fluctuations in colored hues,
as drift I may in languid states of mentation,
images sewn by shadowed past lamentation.

So lustrous blue the scope of breath,
the irony of azure skies my regret,
as night in purple gifted disclosure,
weighs down the sight of my enclosure.

I am an open bloom,
radiant the sun to assume I live at all,
yet soak I will those giving rays,
to remain upright in the days of my nights.

In those maudlin shadows,
where petals thin close from the nightly din,
and glittered sky like aspiring lights do see,
what in shadow I am to be, I vent.

Moods undulate, joy and ire my fettered flesh,
the aftermath a remnant task of influence,
as I abide what fits, ascribes my mask,
and what recompense I will survive.

I am elastic, stretched to extremes,
dreams some fulcrum of my arc,
yet how far they are apart,
when all I see is highs and lows, it seems.

I am bound by the cycles of earth,
my flesh attuned to each rise and fall,
a spectrum aligned within which I fall helpless,
to the innate sway of my being.

Insanity is but the difference between
those who say they know and those who cannot,
and answers may hold some souls,
but free I am to saturate my being with all.

Living in the ether between truth and imagination,
my sanity fluctuates, commensurate with my minds
state of acceptance, its rendering of the view,
but neither is even valid to pursue.

Languish I, within this profusion of lies,
all we tell ourselves to compromise the fact
that we are clueless,
and being kind or austere is neither here nor there,
when life is so elusive.

My moods are like the tides,
ebbing then flowing in the light of ‘whys’,
and let no answer cure my blues,
for the blues have not cured my questions.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “The Blues Have Not Cured My Questions

  • July 21, 2018 at 3:26 AM
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    Still so many unanswered questions of why and how it all came to be? This can tax the mind, sending us into mood changes caused by memories of heated expressions, tears, sorrow. Healing from loss can take a long time, especially when feelings are still strong, never soothed. All the time when you thought love and life was good, then to learn of the lies sent shock waves into your system. You loved so true and she did not. So much hurt and sorrow. Take care, have faith in self and allow the healing.

    It is almost 3:00 AM and I just took a break from editing a long book, so maybe my thoughts are scattered, not accurate or not related to your lamentation? Be well my dear friend.

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