Geremia

Jan 15, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

THE BLUES

I got the blues

A mesmerizing stare

Into melancholy.

A soft mellow feeling

Without the yellow haze.

A sweet resignation

To Inevitability

A letting go

But

Not a giving in.

No delusions

Just my mind incognito

In deep seclusion

For the time being.

Nothing to see

No bother for the seeing.

And

A phantom voice whispering

Premonition.

— Geremia, Jan 15, 2010

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Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Your poetry from that side

Your poetry from that side of precognition always gets me right here, on this side in recognition. If only hugs could heal, I'd send you a mountain, but then I'd have to steal away your poetry, and this I can never do. Love, Anna

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThanks. my

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thanks. my A nna. You are very perceptive. We are very much alike. :) Love from Joe

lyz

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Longo

I send you a smile, a funny cartoon, a hug, lots of love, and a big boot to kick those blues away. I hope you pick up soon. Love to you dear one. You know you are still good looking, and a big smile will take you up a notch. Lol. love Lyz. Take care. XX

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaI am doing

J.B. Longo-Geremia I am doing knda ok.The part of the brain [substancia nigra] that is affected by Parkinson's is where the mind searches for pleasure. The dopamine supplies that deeling much like serotonin/ W hen the dopamine levels are low or sudednly and inexplcably drop, then the "lights go out" and you literaly feel like you are dying. T hen the lights go back on just as suddenly. Several things help: 1) dopamine supplements 2) medcation to prevent "melancholy" 3) WINE 4) Knowng that you are God's gift to earath....:) 5) Humility 6) A sense of the absurd--bodaboom. bodabing LOL Love from Joe

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

like the shaking of the spider's web

The blues, the mellow yellows the hues of melancholy, nothing new, nothing old, only the knowledge of your premonition, your insubstantial substance, your existence in limbo, there, like the shaking of the spider's web in the wind, Will it ? Will it not ? And who knows when? Your guardian angel.

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B.

J.B. Longo-Geremia "Limbo" certainly describes it, Annuccia. Have you read "Ecclesiastes" ? in the Old Testament? Part of the Hebrew "hokmah" or " wisdom" literature.

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Scottish Grandfather's big black leather Bible

No but I shall now, get out my Scottish Grandfather's big black leather Bible and look it up, but it is in Flatdal so I cannot just here, I have no such here sh!!!!!!!!!!!! In that book were pressed flowers and little notes too, making it a very personal journey to read. He was a mathematician par excellence, worked at Somerset House where TAXES are dealt with so watch it in the next tax collecting!!! They don't do that much any more though do they? Wisdom literature sounds specially interesting, I am sure you have read it as you are so wise, you wise owl. Sitting there up in your tree, blinking at us! Longobardolino mio from your Annuccia (& Anna)