Inspired by my love for the Blues.


Do Ghost's Trek Through

In the black waters
of the delta,
where the melancholic bones
of one hundred years of history are buried,
there is an otherness
which can not be explained.
Not by us who are living
and not by those who are dead.

There's a grumbling beneath the reeds.
A climactic climbing of voices.
A region in a hurry, James Cobb said.
A passageway to the lost self,
and the gain of something else.
Some call it the Blues.




Poetry by Lisa Zaran
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Written on 2006-01-29 at 03:17

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GB
Hi ! ...I agree with both Angela and Zoya . Well done ! .... Glen ( GB ) .
P S .... I like the BLUES too !!!!!!!!
2006-01-29


Zoya Zaidi
"A passageway to the lost self,"
Into the realm of unknown,
Where heart sings in hushed tones,
Where soul takes a flight,
Where desires burns bright,
Where you come into your own,
where a new path to you is shown!

A lovely take on the Blues!
BRILLIANT!!!!
((((HUGS))))
xxx, Zoya
2006-01-29