a mishmash of blues

indigo done left me
again, stranded on shifting sands.
the world’s gone
all gray tones
sifted through empty hands.

turquoise beat has
done me wrong, imprinted on my heart.
midnight’s spilled
her way to
abandoned us from the start.

cobalt’s steeled her
-self in stone, imagined herself an ocean.
we’re steeped in
blues and
for the moon to call us home.


Prompted by Poetic Asides

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5 Responses to a mishmash of blues

  1. Just Barry says:

    Why are your metaphors so cruelly, casual abandoningly beautiful???

    midnight’s spilled
    her way to

    Gorgeous! How cruelly stunning your blues are!

  2. violet says:

    These are my favorites:

    “turquoise beat has
    done me wrong”

    “midnight’s spilled
    her way to”

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