asks for a Blues Stanza
SINGING THE GREENS
Not singing the blues but singing the greens
For what could be better than singing the greens?
That colour enhancing all manner of scenes.
Let's sing of the leaves that grow on the trees;
Those fluttering, shade-giving wonderful trees.
Those havens for butterflies, beetles and bees.
Singing the blues is all right in its way.
The blue of the sky is O.K. in its way.
But blue skies are known to turn stormy and grey.
Singing the reds? Well, that sounds quite absurd.
A reds song we'd all think completely absurd!
Reds singing just doesn't deserve to be heard.
But singing the greens ! What a wonderful sound!
A greens singer makes a remarkable sound
And spreads all the wonder of life all around.
The Blues Stanza is poetry derived in the late 19th century from the Afro-American melancholia music or lamentation, it can however be sarcastic and ironic. Its basic structure is with line 2 repeating the rhyme similar to line 1, and line 3 rhyming with the previous two, bringing the stanza to a climax.
I'm wide awake! It's three-fourteen;
That must mean something! What does it mean?
Normally I sleep like a log,
Never woken by a barking dog,
A passing car, or a yowling cat.
Never woken by stuff like that.
Yet here I am wide-eyed in bed,
Filled with a trembling sort of dread.
Ah! A bump! Not imagination!
My heart jumps! It's a palpitation.
I lie and listen, watch and wait;
My breathing seems to hesitate;
I pull the sheet up to my chin;
The air seems clammy, cold and thin.
I clench my fists; the knuckles whiten
What is it that has come to frighten?
I lie transfixed! I wait and wait
For the next bump to eventuate.
That it will come is very certain.
Is that a twitching of the curtain?
Three-fourteen! An ungodly hour!
Soon 'it' will have me in its power!
I feel 'it' coming ever near
I squeeze my eyes tight shut with fear.............
And suddenly, without a warning,
It's eight-fourteen and it is morning!