Dangerous Blues

Bright , pin-sharp cries

Of angel gulls,

Carrying on the winds of time;

Ghosts of past and

Spirits of future …

Echo …


These are the vulnerable blues;

I could have been so dangerous:

Back in the day.

Tides in the sky,

Clouds in the sea;

Which way is up?

Waves in the desert.

Half-way down April’s decision-river –

My darling-dancer’s coming home today –

But I won’t be there,

And I won’t be coming back.

Echo …

… Echo.

These are dangerous blues:

I am so vulnerable



5 thoughts on “Dangerous Blues

  1. I feel the vulnerability.

  2. Chatty Owl says:

    First of all… Why didn’t this come up on my reader? Im really getting upset that it messes up my news!
    In regards to the poem itself… It sucks you in, absolutely. Echo echo.. The opposites of “i could have been so dangerous” and “vulnerable” in the end really speaks to me…
    Well done!

    • beeseeker says:

      Thank you very much, the Reader thing ??? sorry no idea (I’m just trying to be a poet 😉
      But for what it’s worth – the same is happening to me for some of the blogs that I follow.
      Take care and try not to let it get to you eh?

  3. frightful and reaching !

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