Work in progress for Blues unloved-song*


Bb7/ Shovel up the corpses

G9/ Of our forever lost love

Bb7/ Scatter tear-stained bones

G9/ For murders of crows

Bb7/ Picking treasure that’s Dm/ my end


Dig deep in the Earth

Where’s that underground spring

Bubbling, soothing dusty souls

Another promise killed in the drought

Of what passes for love


The stars, merely a phantasm

All dead many light years ago

Tarot Swords say, stay away

But only until the resolution

Surfaces clear as 20-20 vision


Lying in dying winter sun

Swamp beyond the fence

Full of bird activity

Perching Florida Black vultures

So wish they’re here for me…


© 2017 lyrics & chords Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: FL Black Vulture over my swamp

*Need to learn a few more Blues chords before finishing…


  1. “So wish they’re here for me…” That last line really touched a cord, Clarissa. Sometimes, I feel that way, the times getting more the older I get.
    Great work! 💜

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    1. Thanks, Cathy. Yeah, aging definitely has a lot to do with it. Fortunately for us, writing is somewhat cathartic and we can keep on prancing and a’ dancing until the next time 💝


  2. Wow, amazing, Poet. For me it’s not the darkness, although I love it, it’s the way you’ve painted it, the drought, the underground spring, dusty souls, lying in dying… well, all of it ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ .

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