How the Blue Plays Time

it's here again

How the Blue Plays Time

How the blue plays time

is there a note in there?

what style do you heave upon my soul

that I should wonder in the color of the past

old cycles ring reminder bells

hey you! once living in the soil of bad dreams

the head darkened by the richness of calamity 

sad, brooding child tortured among the many

misunderstandings of my being.

Cajoled, finding imprints of human beings 

stupid in there woe, catapulting their

anger, unholy alliances into the infirmary of static air

where are you now old man as the blue plays time?

sitting in memory chair of a hurt soul

or wondering if ever that chair will go home?

            

   

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Ana!

The image was printed on metallic paper. I like the way it turned out. I guess you don't want feather?

Regards,
Al

[Ana Papaya]

stunning!!!
poem and picture!