poems by Donald James Dolby
Disconnected
Bright blue sky
A skylark sings
'Neath wintry sun,
A song of hope
Of spring to come
..............................?

You may not see the tears
You may not see the pain
You can only see
What I'm prepared to show.

This is a blues-singing day
This is a blues-shouting day
This is a blues-moaning day
This is a blues-crying day
Isn't every day?

Notes :-
1988, High Wycombe