THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: January 24, 2018

blues the helpless, hopeless, remorse-filled blues when you’ve seen the doctor and she’s seen you when Time runs out and Eternity beckons blues the darkest hues with shivering slivers of pewter muting to gray, muting to black, muting to light fractures in a surface permeable and permissible, heavenly Light or, so “they” tell me … But lost in that Universe of Light will “I’ still be? will “you” still be? answer me… Read More