Tag Archives: Blues

Thin air


The higher I climb the thinner the air
Making different choices that seems rare
Nightmares brought me here and will bring me down
Unless I’m suited and not clowning around

Alone and thin air captures thinking
Having no one for sounding board linking
Almost at the top to plant the flag
There were no others so I could brag

First solo climbing and it makes mad
The blues came over me that made me sad
Conquering the mountain wasn’t what I thought it would be
Others warned but I would’t listen or agree

© 2013 Michael Yost 05/16

Works Differently

Sometimes the muse sings blues
Others times it knocks and strolls
Rockets lift igniting the fuse
Or asking for whom the bell tolls

Just tune in and it will christen
Words will come that strikes the chord
Calm your mind still, do not listen
Soon it comes like the mouse that roared

© 2011 Michael Yost