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Limerick's loony bin and other crazy sh% - 7. Day 26 - Day 30
Blue
Early morning after a long night of traveling, something woke me. Dazed I pushed the curtain aside. There was it, the ultimate blue, calling to me. I clambered over him, carefully as not to wake him, opened the door of the RV. There I stood on the Promenade des Anglais. My hands on the cool, white railing, the wind tugging on my hair, caressing my bare chest, bringing with it a briny scent. It resonated with me, made me wide open, unbelievably happy. I hunted it many times, at many places, and even at the very same, but it was never as it was when I saw it, felt it, for the very first time. The Blue.
The way it is*
Is not the way I ever follow
Oh shoot I forgot something, might go back a bit
Wow, look at that! Left I turn
That was worth it.
I need to see the other side. A bridge I cross.
Nice view, wanna smell them, right I turn
Ta-dum, ta-dum, the brook laughs at what? I go and find out
Running ahead, jumping over a stone,
Is that the big bad wolf over there? The wicked witch of the West? Hi, there! Let’s have a drink at the bar?
What might have happened if?
I don’t care, it didn’t.
Put a needle to the what-might-balloon.
Close the door to the what-might-room
Eat a bar of chocolate against the what-might-doom
Show the finger to the what-might-tomb
Sweep it with the what is-broom.
The Gambler*
On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
He was wearing that familiar hat
on his face a lazy smile
and we had a little chat
With dark eyes he was starin’ at me, soon I knew I was standing trial,
And a frown appeared between his brows and mockingly he asked ‘Do you like what you see?’
Only then I saw myself mirrored in his eyes. He was me.
*Write a ‘found poem’ using Kenny Rodgers The Gambler
Calm down*
Don’t focus on the dark,
Sleep in the early morning, calm the f% down,
fight the thought monster with blazing guns.
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