Blue Sunday with Soup
Making chicken soup
For my sick neighbour is
Exactly like making a poem new
The careful assembly/Of the choice parts
The proper timing/And the final combining
Into something tasty and true
Beautiful soup, beautiful poetry soup
So why am I feeling so blue
Longing to escape/to wail/to the Gods against
Our fearful fate
Beautiful soup, beautiful poetry soup
I sing my rhapsody of blue/ but the notes are sour
There’s too much bitterness
The taste is way off
This is a brutal brew of discontent/Hatred and resentment
Everything worse by the hour/We need different
Beautiful soup, beautiful poetry soup
I must begin anew/Right the pot that’s askew
Find beautiful words that ring true
And cook up something inspiring
On a bluesy blustery Sunday/while still missing you