Blue – Day 15

this color
of the sky and ocean and playground days
pockets of morning and dregs of regret
busheled berries and remnants of abuse on flesh


this color
carries meaning and transcends hue
it lives inside the lies and on fingertips of eager art
and hides in spines of noveled meaning


this color
is just a color
only it is not


this color
is me lying down on a well-worn road
my cheek to the asphalt
tongue to the gravel
and every unwell meaning
that’s lined my gums
and fractured the jaw of my dreams

© Grace Black

Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!


Today is Day 15 of #OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!


Love and Ink,


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