blue

blue

A Poem by Emily B

I notice that the sky is blue today

 

there was another day

 

when the sky was blue

 

but I can't remember

 

that sky now

 

 

my heart is frozen

 

and my poems won't rain

 

 

I am a little broken

 

 

maybe

 

my wings will grow again

© 2012 Emily B


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such poignant beauty of the lost yet longed for sky in your poem...
adore this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your poems reign

Posted 12 Years Ago


Great! Cool little poem!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think, you should not ask that, you know that. this was a sweet poem. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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hope is the only key!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, Hell yes!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We can only hope so.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

contemplation in blue

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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliant. Short and very sweet. Thank you

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow. This is beautiful. I know the feeling.
But, I could never have written it so boldly
or so artistically.
You are quite brilliant m'lady!

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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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