Blue.

May 22, 2010
A wave it wants it cannot have
Crash
Slip
When?
It grabs the gold it cannot have

An idea we think we cannot grasp
Come
Go
What?
We think we lose we cannot grasp

The midnight hour they cannot see
Blind
Gaze
Where?
In the dark they cannot see

The sad it comes it goes away
Fast
Long
Why?
It thinks itself not goes away

Within the sad there is some more
Look
Deep
Down
The calm inside it is some more





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teriyaki said...
Aug. 24, 2010 at 2:50 pm
makes me think of how i think about everything, whether its an idea or random thoughts. they're like waves and all. really like it!
 
Cookie said...
Aug. 23, 2010 at 8:56 pm
The phrase forms are nice, remind me of waves, i guess also because the poem title is Blue... like the ocean... :)
 
renee_527 said...
Jul. 3, 2010 at 1:46 am
 I love the repetition in each stanza.
 
AwsomePossom said...
Jul. 2, 2010 at 2:00 am
Ohhhhmygosh.  no idea what that was about...haha.  It sounded good though! it flows and i love the pattern
 
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