This week Ang asks us to choose one of two art pieces, and write a poem based around it, incorporating the word blue somewhere in the poem.
Here is my effort.
I feel so blue,
like the quiet sky after rain,
when the clouds refuse to move on
and the light hides in silence.
The air tastes heavy,
like unspoken words pressed
against the back of my throat.
I carry them carefully—
fragile glass I can’t let fall.
Every hour leans on me,
a slow tide pulling farther away.
The world moves,
but I stand still,
rooted in shadows
that no one else can see.
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