Black and Blue
/Connecting color to our thoughts can bring a memory, an emotion or imagery to life. This poem is written from the power of color and how we might imagine where our loved ones go when they’ve left us here.
eyes close on rings of blue
blackened at their core
like the dark hole
you dropped through
I despise the mystery where you’ve gone
how you are I do not know
dreams by day
you come, dragonfly
here is the mystery
I do not despise
your whisper under my skin
refuting the physics of sweet touch
a single desire insists
let us rip this ragged veil
which separates us still
and share your gemstone view
What colors do you see when you think of your loved ones? Do the colors or scenes change if you close your eyes?
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