nick low

Blue - Poem by nick low

when time tells tails, on my life, my living.

I look to you for signs, unbroken rhymes that skip within my rhythm.

A certain hue,

a shade, not more. A flick of blue that brings me close to you.

WHen all I've seen is delivered in my dreams.

So full, filled up with sickening perceptions of all I've been,

Enough, and not so much.

Your touch will lend a tender meaning to this ever running stream.

But now, I clasp my knees and shake, my hands grip tight with fright my fingertips turn white

I lift my head, this reverie is dead,

Cast asunder

I pray to false gods and dawns.

a beleaguered casualty of long forgotten forms.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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