Tagged: grey

in the end, you and

in the end, you and
i are grey
areas still
believing that
we can push one
another into some
clarity that can
be categorized
.
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monday morning, the

monday morning, the
tugboat of dawn refuses
to budge – the darkened

sky apologizes on
its behalf, sends wet missives
.
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y

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: missives

you caught me between

under a steelpan

under a steelpan
sky, we cling lightly to one
another like a

misplaced melody, touch and
tune to recover our breaths
.
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on a scale between

on a scale between
a fire and a flame,
love sometimes
retreats like
a tumbleweed
of lit cigarette ash,
a slow moment of
fading to grey
.
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knee-deep in

knee-deep in
winter, you can
catch Spring winking,
barefoot, skirt never quite
still, hair knotted, a tendril
loose against all that grey
.
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on a thin, grey line

the sky, about to