The Blues Redefined
From now on you won’t be able to create a paean,
An elegy, an acrostic to a beloved queen.
With palsy hindering writing simplest thought.
Thinking of a text, in prose or in verse, will be for naught.
Heart frozen and dispirited by this situation,
Akin the dregs of a syrupy potion,
Doomed to oblivion,
My fertile mind sent to a retirement pavilion,
No crueler punishment against creativity
Yet no better impetus for artistic endeavor or activity.
My friend, how sad is our lot!
A boon to our virility this is not.
So long penultimate flower, dewy,
Our partner’s sublime monument,
Feted when we were sinewy.
A handshake or a signature,
Belongs to the past and not the future.
Life for us will never be the same,
Having gone from spry to lame.
Our life, from fun has morphed into gloom,
Our plans from upbeat to doom.
Rightly or wrongly, this new paradigm will define us.
No need to keep whining and feel sorry. Let us
Pick up the pieces and move on
To some strong living waiting and a bright past to stand on.
Giddy, my heart bursting with pent-up admiration,
So elated to take on a new notion.
Gleeful and smitten, ready to sound the clarion call
Loudly for the damsel for whom I am enthralled,
All prepared to establish a new nexus.
Instead of the oft used Parnassus,
Veering south, to heights of Kilimanjaro
Music-hat clad, with vocal cords like a sparrow
Whistling and singing the praises of this stunning beauty.
To my eyes, she reminds me of none other than Nefertiti.
Nubian queen, resplendent with or without the tiara,
Beneficiary of a natural glow that needs no mascara.
Fascinating enchantress transcending time and space,
Known to have impressed with her mind and grace.
Fellow kings and paupers at her sight would be smitten,
A preternatural gift over which a lot has been written.
Poetic name, stroking one’s curiosity,
Cheerful musings over none other than Nefertiti.
Conflation of character, intelligence, personality,
Sum up integrity.
Balance between body and soul, pure symmetry,
This description by another name is called beauty.
Spice of a dish called felicity.
Who exemplifies this? None other than Nefertiti.
Singing the gamut from a long ballad to an eclectic ditty.
Merrily, thoughts flowing out of my mind with fluidity.
Amorous lyrics gushing with exquisite clarity.
Sylph, coquette, sophisticate and yet a model of simplicity.
Who else warrants or merits such a praise with such deep intensity?
Hiding in plain sight, none other than my queen Nefertiti.