Just then, the blue began,
The ceaseless blue,
The unbearably beautiful blue,
Just then the quest to chase
shadows began,
On the path strewn with,
Canine corpses of my
foiled carnal incursions,
(Decaying and dreadful)
Frozen in this inky dungeon
of unbound freedom
Spine shudders
by your
Blue blooded indifference
So very unbearable
And so exceedingly blue
When a poem flows this seamlessly you could just about make it about anything and still have it be enjoyable to read. I shall read this poem several more times no doubt.
blue is a sad color friend, and you have hit the nail on the head with this one. Great imagery and deep emotion, you pull it out well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a wonderful poem! i think anyone can identify with this, each in his or her own way