By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

UNLIKE in jazz and rhythm and blues, where blue notes are used in spirituals, chants and rhymed narrative ballads, the blue note in poetry is melancholic, unrhymed and unsung. A silent, heart-rending wail living in between the verses, unable to shed tears.

 

The knowing

the flowers knew

the breeze, although
it dances with the fragile stems
as gracefully as before
and the moonlight, although
it kisses the petals
as gently as before
the garden, in its agony
made a decision:
to withhold the breath
offering no resistance
to the worms, nibbling
on fragile buds, eagerly opening
to the music of distant stars

 

Pebbles

pebbles, tiny pieces of rock
marking the remains of the day
debris in the sky, falling
from its own weight
to an unsuspecting freckled face
creating craters like the moon’s
deep, round spaces
hosts to emptiness

 

Gone

he will be gone
with the blowing of the wind
scooped from the ground where
he was formed with a single breath
in the image of Him
in whose likeness he swore he would live
and forgot
and remembered, too late.

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