Blessed

Bless the blackness of my love,

Sing of the love in my black heart,

My rock and roll life darkens my view,

Of my wife’s wonderful words,

Throttled by my drugs,

Drowned in my booze,

Extinguishing a million candles

One by one by one.

Black on white your view says,

White on black says your word,

But your lack of grey,

Steals away my life’s’ motivation,

Over complication of darkened thoughts,

Cloud your true thoughts,

Like flocks of paper planes adrift,

In the true-blue sky of my mind,

Dreaming of surfing the flesh,

Of the groupie’s ample chest,

Like all rock stars before me,

Here I sit alone in the dark,

Too much love to live,

Too little to thrive,

Not a dribble in the midmost.

4 thoughts on “Blessed”

Very interesting piece, but I don’t find any connection to the prompt; but that might just be me. I love the line /like flocks of paper planes adrift in the true-blue sky of my mind/.

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Over complication of darkened thoughts,Cloud your true thoughts – some dark days I feel that the most. Like Glenn I am looking for the story in this but it could be just me too.

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Thanks for joining us, Rog. I like the monochrome metaphor in your poem and the simile comparing thoughts to ‘flocks of paper planes adrift / In the true-blue sky of my mind’. However, this Monday’s prompt is Prosery, flash fiction which should include in the 144-word limit the given prompt line, which has been taken from a poem. It would be great if you linked up a piece of flash fiction to this prompt and saved your poem for Thursday’s Open Link Night.

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