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shimmering blue and deceitful tranquility; ancient baited trap.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
hold breath, stretch hand out further into the calm blue where Thetis still weeps.
I can’t eat them if colors aren’t separate. I save the blue for last.
sky meets sea in a clashing of blue vacancy, holds all and nothing.
blue leash held in teeth standing over me, pleading for an early walk.
looking glass waters hold dusk’s dying blue blush in contemplative depths.
stumble my way to blinking blue light in the gloom. guide me to vigor.
I hate blueberries. You make blueberry pancakes. I eat with a smile.
blue vacuum I wield constantly. you don’t even know where we keep it.
royalty herald, richest of pigments adorn those bedecked in crowns.
I wore navy to the funeral, couldn’t bear the black he hated.
blue veins, enchanting windows to complexity; body’s hidden work.
