Typing Blues

Pecking away at the keyboard,

Hunting for melodious alphabetic chords,

Painting rhymes, simile, metaphors and hyperboles,

Maintaining a somewhat harmonious accord.

Like a pianist typing the jazz scales

Which makes no sense,

Rising from the start of the rainbow

to the pot of gold.

Blues in a poem

Is about a million ohms

Of resistance, of annoyance in a person

who is clueless of what

A blues-ey poem is.

Typing the blues is nothing

Other than infusing

Clashing sharps and flats.

- Cynthia C.
(written in 2002)