The Bluest Ridge

The blue creeps in after red-hot days. Conceptualized and written on 9/20/22 by Kerr Martin.

This poem was written as I looked out over Asheville from a hotel room window in September of 2022. After an amazing weekend with some of the people I love came to a close, a feeling of emptiness washed over me, that day I wasn’t just in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina but on the Bluest Ridge. In the void between elation and deflation. This is what it inspired.

I had the joy of time
When we were carefree and young
And together we flew up high
Underneath the Asheville sun
And though the clock ticks on
Then the sun begins to set
I will always hold them close
Memories I'll never forget

There's a sinking in my heart
The cold that once was warm
And the happiness that I felt
Suddenly now is gone
I wish I could cling tighter
So strong I couldn't let go
The love I have for you
Proudly on full show

I pray to God on high
That tomorrow you'll all be here
And the emptiness that I feel
Drops with my shed tears
That the sun will rise again
Then the clock hands will unwind
Because I'll always be your friend
Until the bitter end