My heart is overgrown with vines
that glow green-radiant
in unkempt spring breezes
and rustle
across the un-tuned strings
of my weary heart
in the most sweet-melancholic melody
Like the ghost of a memory,
that melody stirs something
somewhere in the deep recesses amid the vines,
the phantom limbs of the breeze
hugging my heart
in the wailing and whistling vocals
of my ancestors.
The vines wrap around my heart
tightly against the dusk
and the promise of cold,
their old and reborn roots anchoring me
as the blue-frost edges of sunset
take hold.
Blanketed by ghosts and memories,
my heart aches
as I recall
amid the piercing notes
of my Blue Tuesday heart-string blues
how many vines I tore up,
expecting to remain rooted.
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On DVerse, the prompt today is to write a poem about the word blue, whether the color, the feeling, or the musical style.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
I enjoyed your heart-string blues, Evan! The heart overgrown with vines tugged me in and just would not let go. I especially love the lines:
‘their old and reborn roots anchoring me
as the blue-frost edges of sunset
take hold’.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem 😊
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You’re more than welcome! 🙂
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Very beautiful poetry.
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Thank you!
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“How many vines I tore up expecting to remain rooted” …. this poem has deep meaning and requires a bit of thinking time. Well penned!
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Thank you very much!
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A wonderful post to the prompt!
Love the third stanza….beginning with “Like the ghost of a memory,”
And then the ending….the melancholy realization of the roots torn up…very well done!
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Thank you so much!!!
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Your blues are not silent or resigned which is a good thing because it means you have the energy to break free from them. Old and reborn roots are entwined and support each other. And you know that even if you are uprooted you have the adaptability to roll with it. Great poem, Evan.
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Thank you very much 🌻 I try to learn to roll with the changes as much as possible 🤣
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You’re welcome, Evan. 🙂
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the phantom limbs of the breeze reguly hug cold heart thanks for warming it up with your wonderful words
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I’m glad this piece warmed your heart!
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We are longing to escape until we realize that we need something to hold on to…beautifully said. (K)
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exactly! thanks for stopping by 🙂
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“how many vines I tore up,
expecting to remain rooted.”
That is some conclusion.
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Thank you!!
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Beautifully written from the first line to the last: this one tugs at the heart strings!
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful moving blue hue of verse Evan.
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Thank you very much!
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I loved your use of analogies in this. Such a moving poem. 💙
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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I love this poem. I especially enjoyed the lines: in the wailing and whistling vocals of my ancestors / and : as the blue-frost edges of sunset take hold.
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I’m glad you liked the poem, thank you for taking the time to read it 😊
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This incorporates all the meanings of blue. It should have a tune, and be sung in outer space, remembering the roots of earth.
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If I were a better musician I would try to write music for it haha
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🙂
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