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Gray Blue

Gray Blue, by Lisa Norton Gray skies. Gray cement walls. Gray gravel. Gray emotion as I lead myself single file into the long line that yet again stands before me. Yellow shirts. Yellow skin. Yellow anxiety within the veins. How can it be so lonely in a place so full? White pads. White eyes. White teeth. Nothing is so white as when remembered. Purity lost. The white cloud has long since passed. Brown plastic. Brown squares. Brown rectangles. Their corners are soft. The delivery of process is rude, yet the sentiment is understood. Pink Polish. Pink nail. Pink singing on the neighbor’s radio. There is never silence. Silence offends the slightest offender. Black print. Black boots. Blackened hearts. At least I pretend. No point when all advantage is taken of remote beauty here. Red eyes. Red sun. Red uniform. Everyone face the wall. Don’t look. Do not make waves in this red sea of animosity. Blue spirit. Blue thoughts. Blue as LeAnn Rymes sang. But he told me, “the skies are bluer”. Ahead, the clarity is awash. Blue days.

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Date: 5/7/2025 8:27:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 4/29/2025 6:17:00 AM
Interesting format Lisa. Blue days or gray days, not sure which is worse
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