Poetry tops the list of things I love. I’ve never had a chance to study it as an art form. The college I went to didn’t have much use for poetry. Nobody ever got rich from writing. I can make the statement they didn’t place much value on the written word as a means of expression. In my time there, only one creative writing class was offered every four years because it was a requirement for middle school teachers. I felt sorry for my professor. It was his last year before retirement. All my classmates did was complain. I decided to devote 2021 to writing different styles of poetry. Therefore, in February, I plan to write sonnets. I’ve titled this one The Blues.
The first time I heard Baby Please Don’t Go
On a clear summer night with good reception
Over a Chicago station playing on the radio
I knew I was listening to musical perfection
Muddy’s voice stirred something deep in my soul
That one song hooked me on the blues
A sound I could relate to older than rock-n-roll
Deep in my heart music and joy revived a blown fuse
The blues isn’t a part of the modern American music scene
We shoved it into the past with the rest of our tradition
Some folks can even become, hostile, surly and mean
About three chords, twelve bars, played with a mission
For some of us the blues will never go away
As we listen to today’s music slowly decay
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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