Gord

2024-09-26 09:15 pm

Blue, green,
In between,
To me?
It's everything.

But they only see through me,
Shield to shield, grit teeth,
Never can I achieve peace. 
It never appealed to me, 
Supposedly. 

But, little does,
Just a few blue themes. 

So, to routine...
For you, more meaning.
Cold reading: "horses,
leeches". 

Vernacular dances, 
In between:
Lavender, Lapis,
Cerulean.

Javelins, catchers,
In between:
Distance, anger,
Foolishness.

But, that's not how they saw me. 
Target practice, fresh meat,
Free of lines like double basses, 
Yet to see it's own selfish strings.

Yet, upon a blue sky, I fly and sing.