Probably not as funny as I think I am
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blue scarf, tightly wound warms and shields from iciness while strangling to death.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Winter sweeps away All color in grey and white; Blue is last to go.
Fall fells vibrancy, Leisurely death replaces Blue with brown and gold.
Summer overwhelms Gentle spring with blue brilliance; Viscous syrup days.
Spring kills winter’s frost Under her blue skies and with Limitless new birth.
small magnificence iridescent shimmering herald of decay.
winding blue thread splits the land and permits passage, claims some as tribute.
winter breaking with the death of blue skies. slate grey conquers until spring.
blue neon pledges anonymity amongst fellow night-walkers.
blue glass ornaments shattered on linoleum. you stormed out. I’ll clean.
blue mold on the bread. can’t get more until payday; went to bed hungry.
can’t get it right; hue of the sky, when I try to paint what’s in my head.
