Black
Black is the sky in big sky country.
Black is the charred boar,
with blackberry jam.
Black is the flavor of choice,
the speaker of colors the one with voice.
Black is the tea and the liqour to apease.
Black is the current
that washes away the moment.
Black is the priest,
that the congregation elects.
Black is the tide and the ties that bind.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
