The Day The Blues Saved Me

by Maple Tree   Jun 23, 2012


I wanna go back, to that ole river that sings,
travel upon that holy highway,
screamin engine of a Harley hog,
and my hands gripping leather,
for that day, far away, I was in control.

I danced wildly, with dandy's in my hair,
diggin my toesys in the grass,
as Etta and I sang the blues,
along with Big Momma Thornton,
we rocked the house, the day
the blues saved me.

I miss the innocence of summer,
as my ebony braids twirled upon
a hazy evening and the camp fire
revived me soul.

I just wanna go back, where being a hippy was pure
and I was free, just free to be me....

Special Note: I chose to write words a certain way, for I say these words in this fashion. I do not have typos, I chose to write it this way, which is why I posted this in slang, thank you for reading-

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 5 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    I smiled the whole time I was reading this poem. The imagery is amazing and I could see you dancing around a camp fire with bare feet and dandelions in your hair singing along with the blues. :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Purple Rose

    Well! I am quite offended at your statement located at the bottom, Andrea...tsk tsk. I am only trying to help when I point out typos... >.<

    Just kidding :) I know that can be annoying sometimes, and I imagine that comment is not just targeted at me :P

    I wish that I could've known if this was true. I know you like the blues, but sometimes it is just so hard to tell if it is really true. I have assumed some of the poems on here are true, and have come up looking like an idiot because they weren't -_- , so naturally, I am going to assume that this is true :D

    'I danced wildly, with dandy's in my hair,
    diggin my toesys in the grass,
    as Etta and I sang the blues,
    along with Big Momma Thornton,
    we rocked the house, the day
    the blues saved me.'

    ^ I have to say that this is my favorite stanza in this poem - it really stood out for me. Even though I am not a particular fan of the blues (sorry, I never really go into it), it made me want to do all of this with you. It made me want to put dandy's in my hair, and walk around barefoot. It also made me want to sing the blues too, even though I would probably pop everyone's eardrums because I can't sing worth my life...

    'I just wanna go back, where being a hippy was pure
    and I was free, just free to be me....'

    ^ I love this ending - it is perfect in my opinion :) I have heard some bad things about the hippy era, because my mom was also a hippy - I know there were quite a few drugs moving around at that time. However, I am sure there some good aspects about that era as well, such as being free :)

    Overall, I really like this poem. I shows your appreciation of the blues and how much you loved your childhood (if this was true).

    Excellent
    5/5

    • 5 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Awww purple Rose, I love it when you and others point out typos.... I would rather know than not, so thank you :-) I just made the special note to explain why I placed it in slang and that I knew of the typos... lol also, yes this is true... thank you for your wonderful comment, much appreciated!!

  • 5 years ago

    by Decayed

    I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooff this piece.... I wanna' rock the blues with you, too... I wanna sing Etta also... !!! :)

    You brought happiness with this. Amazing Andrea

  • 5 years ago

    by Lioness

    Hun I love the images in this poem. I feel like I went to the past with you while reading it, as if you were taking me on some kind of journey with you.

    It was strange to see the purple background. I had to look at it twice to see what genre this poem was in and I like it, something different from you.

    Awesome write hun

    x

  • 5 years ago

    by L

    As I was reading it, I found those words, and I was like hmm.. this unlike Andrea's type of writing but I remember that it was on the slang category, then I saw the note and it confirmed my thoughts. I like the tranquil atmosphere of this piece, going back to what we used to love doing.

    "I miss the innocence of summer,
    as my ebony braids twirled upon
    a hazy evening and the camp fire
    revived me soul'."

    This stanza created the most vivid image when I was reading it. And hence, it's my favorite from this poem.