Poetry · Writing

blue

not the person; i use to be

now- when i see the ocean

i know it’s endless

the color blue, pops more

locks the door

drops the keys

and dances her hands

through crashing waves-

the color blue

her dress was see through

deep blue- a raft of bamboo

paddling an avenue

to you

sky blue to the north

fear of deja-vu

keeping you in my field of view

baby blue.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s