“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Saturday, June 22, 2013

day 20. blue/Our Lost Jungle

                     Memories

I’m feeling blue, light, sweet, baby blue
floating on a sapphire stream of velvety
smooth, tourmaline memories of you.

Melancholic indigo thoughts, rough, crude 
tumbling like polished Angelite, barely blue,
edgeless, safe, like my memories, subdued.

 

                      
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