Dwight Jenkins


It's Not What They'Re Supposed To Look Like - Poem by Dwight Jenkins

The city is alive with shades of blue and gray
In the distance of miles, many miles, that I am away
And how it will fade out I cannot say
But the morning will paint it anew.

The evening tonight picks soft colors, muted tones
Of deep dark threats; not so real, but enough to intone
The red rusted chimes of a run down home
I remember, and thought I once knew.

Cites, homes, memories, bones
All painted with brushes of blue.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A city in the distance at dusk, looking dead, the horrible blue color that washes over the skin as the last breath of a loved one passes...but life goes on.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012



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