..
indigo done left me
again, stranded on shifting sands.
the world’s gone
all gray tones
again,
sifted through empty hands.
turquoise beat has
done me wrong, imprinted on my heart.
midnight’s spilled
her way to
sky,
abandoned us from the start.
cobalt’s steeled her
-self in stone, imagined herself an ocean.
we’re steeped in
blues and
waiting
for the moon to call us home.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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Why are your metaphors so cruelly, casual abandoningly beautiful???
midnight’s spilled
her way to
sky?
Gorgeous! How cruelly stunning your blues are!
Best comment ever.
This truly IS the best comment ever. Thank you, Barry.
What can I say? Her blues just grabbed me!
These are my favorites:
“turquoise beat has
done me wrong”
“midnight’s spilled
her way to”