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Blue is Red

Concerning the News of a Blue Whale’s Death For thousands of years, came melodious song. Across myriad miles, none other so strong. Oh, Iceland, Oh Iceland, you’ve murdered the choir. Blue now is red; go wade in the mire. Teach all your sons why water is mute. How you ended it all by learning to shoot. Evanescent the pleasure, you’ve sated your tongue. Absent all need, rather it should be dung. This is my anguish— unspeakable sorrow, see hope abandoned— farewell to tomorrow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/23/2018 3:02:00 AM
Mark, your loving sentiment about this lovely creature is evident in this saddest of poems. Beautifully composed. A Fave for me. xxoo
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Date: 10/16/2018 12:34:00 AM
I'm late seeing your comment. I appreciate you so much, Connie, and I'm heartened that my message resonated with you.
Date: 7/14/2018 5:00:00 AM
Mark, your blue has gone to red and the red is dread.. last hope! I great melancholy write!
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Date: 7/21/2018 4:51:00 PM
Thank you, Lyric Man. I'm glad my message resonates with you.