Saturday, 11 November 2023

Blue

The sky is blue
All that glitters
Fades 
The gate closes 
Alice pauses 
For a minute 
We remember everything
The dogs bark
Mother cones 
Again 
We will lie in the red bed
It's blue 
Silly
She cries 
I don't want words any more 
They make me blue 
My feet are swollen 
Best raise them on 
A pillow
She bites her nails 
I sigh 
Take a deep breath
And dream. 

2 comments:

  1. I am moved by Alice not wanting words any more - "they make me blue". Hoping some happy words come your way, my friend.

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  2. Ahh Jae Rose .. I am lost in your wanderings and musings here...

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