Probably not as funny as I think I am
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blue aurora ghost haunt the landscape just until life is rekindled.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
languid azure helps suffocate with the sun’s fist; hide with siesta.
navy tapestry moon and sun in syzygy suspended in blue.
blue reflected true from white’s infinite expanse. snow to sky, reaching.
glory in contrast ‘twixt shifting desert sand and roaring blue vastness.
nature sings in blue. from blue whales to bluebirds high, cobalt music rise.
Blue Converse hanging from telephone wires. We used them as mistletoe.
alien beauty you had to die for my plate; I could not resist.
blue line leads from phone one wrong turn, disappears and leaves us to our fate.
“Call me, please,” written large on a blue Post-It note. I’ve kept it for months.
blue ink, detested. I couldn’t find my black pen to sign papers with.
blue haze wandering through crevices, sweet-talking stragglers to refuge.
