{"id":1297,"date":"2012-06-19T21:03:29","date_gmt":"2012-06-19T21:03:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1297"},"modified":"2017-07-12T02:25:02","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T02:25:02","slug":"blues-by-brendan-sullivan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/blues-by-brendan-sullivan\/","title":{"rendered":"Blues by Brendan Sullivan"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Blues<\/h1>\n

by Brendan Sullivan<\/p>\n

Morning comes in widow’s weeds
\nwhile gloom
\nsettles to the bottom of my cup,
\nbegging to be stirred,
\nwondering why my chin
\nhas fallen over the rim
\nand how come my feet
\ntake forever to shuffle
\nover floorboards and dust.
\nI am vacant, worn down –
\njust this mud-bare rug,
\nheels bleeding gray,
\nand so tired
\nI forgot how to say your name
\nor the color of the walls
\nwhen I turn out the lights.
\nIt is just the pain of you
\nsettling in again
\nwith leftover Sunday evening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Blues by Brendan Sullivan Morning comes in widow’s weeds while gloom settles to the bottom of my cup, begging to be stirred, wondering why my chin has fallen over the rim and how come my feet take forever to shuffle over floorboards and dust. I am vacant, worn down – just this mud-bare rug, heels…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[409],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1297","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-depression-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t