Poetry | Blues

The Wailing Echoes In Your Heart

A black man playing the trumpet with his eyes closed, you can hear the soul in his notes.
Blues Player by Kay Gregan from Pixabay

When playing the blues

broken hearts echoed by horns

keening voices rise.

A reflection on how the blues can carry a keening sound that echoes in your soul.

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Tree Langdon

Tree Langdon

I love to connect the specific to the universal as I write about Finance, Fiction, and everything in between. Was an accountant in a past life.

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