Bland Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand

Bland



he sees the world
in blue.
blue hand, blue tree, blue shoe
because he has blue eyes,
his vision extends naught beyond that.
single palate
single man
single life
blue man
solitary stolid loneliness
staring in a mirror
seeing only sky

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Varanasi Ramabrahmam 16 November 2009

A fine projection and reflection of void in a heart.

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