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I belong
to the red earth now
and not the green.
It has stained my fish-scale skin
to beaten bronze
and stripped my autumn hair
to ashen gold.
All that remains
is the blue of my eyes--
not azure
not cerulean
but blue-blue;
the color of a perfect sky
no matter where it's seen.
to the red earth now
and not the green.
It has stained my fish-scale skin
to beaten bronze
and stripped my autumn hair
to ashen gold.
All that remains
is the blue of my eyes--
not azure
not cerulean
but blue-blue;
the color of a perfect sky
no matter where it's seen.
For #Word-Smiths Color Poetry contest: [link]
Three lines are cribbed from another poem of mine, and I rather like the link it creates between the two pieces.
Three lines are cribbed from another poem of mine, and I rather like the link it creates between the two pieces.
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This is lovely.