*shifting Colors Poem by Raven Black

*shifting Colors

Rating: 2.1


Washed
the moon
graces dusk
screaming
birds
on the wing
gather
swiftly
descending
black
ink
against
purple sky
spilled
pink blue hues
and shadows
know thy name

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gerry Zimman 03 September 2009

You are right. The shadows know. It is there that we are named.

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