Borrowed Blue

What had this furious one won through mischievous deeds?

Solace.

A soliloquy of sorrow, borrowed blue, an intense void.

She appeared on a whim on a moonless night.

If

only

I’d

known

her.

Her hair, golden silk, shielding saddened eyes.

Trembling voice,

trembling hand.

It was just an act; no impending fate.

Once the tears and blood had dried

I tried to understand.

But by then, borrowed blue, it was much too late…

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8 responses to “Borrowed Blue

  1. Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 35 (December 16-22) | Jingle

  2. you have got talent here, welcome to attend poets rally week 35, where you share your poetry and make new poetic friends…poetry awards are assigned upon completion.

    let me know when you are ready.
    Merry Christmas…
    keep writing…

    your blog rocks.

  3. It was just an act; no impending fate.
    Once the tears and blood had dried
    I tried to understand.
    But by then, borrowed blue, it was much too late…

    just simply beautiful…

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