Color Scheme of Things
before and after
The twenty-four inch casket, precarious,
promised to topple into the unnatural hole;
empty platitudes fell like rain.
I never knew pink and indigo clashed
until I saw rosebuds and purple storm clouds
gathered, solemn, over your vault
or the color of dead blood, settled
under the skin of your ears.
Written for an online workshop
1 comment:
Thanks for posting the link to the workshop.
And thanks for posting your poem. I quite liked it.
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