Nothing New Poem by Barry Middleton

Nothing New



there is nothing new
so we look to the old

the sky

sunset is my cue
the blue indifference

turning to pink

it is a gentle dying
there is nothing new in it

what can I say

purple cloud and tangerine
I've seen it all before

a color like the sea

it is as old as time and yet
still it stirs a sigh

it stirs a sigh from me

Sunday, February 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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