I am writing again, so I am blogging less. I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but I am writing an article.
Bob O’Mealley’s poem speaks to me in several ways, despite how short it is. How we live is precious. It is musical and offers us jewels to wear.
For me, a second message is the blues. I love the blues and listen to them. I don’t sing well, but, when there is a blues song on that I know, I howl like a guitar player and cut every deep day madness into jewels.
I used to play music many mornings as the students came into the classroom. Music is a universal language and reaches across generations, cultures, ethnicities, etc.
Make music with your life
cuts every deepday madness
into jewels that you wear
Carry 16 bars of old blues
everywhere you go
walk thru azure sadness
Like a guitar player