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Blue
Cold neon, half lit
walls angled, tilting in.
Spaces made for
sleep, but are nowhere to be
found.
There is a joy in lying
here, blank and un-
assuming, knowing soon I must
permeate back into the out-
side: the real world.
It would not be truthful to say I
couldn't wait here forever,
my little blue shell, shuttered in, when
everything beyond this place is so
red.
walls angled, tilting in.
Spaces made for
sleep, but are nowhere to be
found.
There is a joy in lying
here, blank and un-
assuming, knowing soon I must
permeate back into the out-
side: the real world.
It would not be truthful to say I
couldn't wait here forever,
my little blue shell, shuttered in, when
everything beyond this place is so
red.
Published 28th Feb 2022
Author's Note
~*Above photo is "Lichtenberg Figur 02" by YvoBentele*~
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Anonymous
28th Feb 2022 6:46pm
Hello there and welcome to DU
I really liked the stripped back approach in the poem. That simple transition from blue to red brings to mind that journey from something calm to something more visceral.
It’s an introspective piece of self poetry that I enjoyed the style of.
Thank you for sharing :)
-M
I really liked the stripped back approach in the poem. That simple transition from blue to red brings to mind that journey from something calm to something more visceral.
It’s an introspective piece of self poetry that I enjoyed the style of.
Thank you for sharing :)
-M
28th Feb 2022 9:30pm
Thank you so much for the warm welcome and the lovely interpretation, Missy (: It's always nice to return to a calm, quiet place after a long day out in the open.
