Blue Air Poem by Mark Heathcote

Blue Air



Reeling in pain, blue air
what do I care?
Joy is a figment just as deep as despair.

Voodoo eyes always looking inward to burst
with a needlepoint, tapestry waiting to disappoint.
What do I care?

Reeling in pain knowing every loss
is more amply filled; with love and glory,
then anybody can truly, believe.

Sunday, December 1, 2013
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