#9 of 365 – “Listening to Etta James”

“Listening to Etta James”

 

some things

matter,

they move, sometimes carry

life along,

and fill the emptiness

with echoes

of where we

belong

 

like music

on a gray, flat

Sunday

afternoon,

or heartache

in the shadows

of an October

moon

 

some things

matter,

like hard lessons from

dark and troubling change,

made softer

by the sweet

stormy ache

of Etta James

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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