Poet True Blue

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Poet True Blue

Bright, airy, bold he sunk into twilight
Dark blue, speckles of dying sunlight,
creased across his face
On the morrow dreamed into his soul
I’m here in the burrow of my mind
Lilacs staring at skies unknown
Trees whistling in moon light
The uncanny reads like a novel
Yet here I am a poet true blue

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

The depth of your writing is significant and your blue reaches the stars.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have had so many friends ask me if was ever going to write a novel....as if poetry was a hobby and i needed to do the real thing...something of substance...but being true blue to poetry is just fine with me.

j.