Blue
As the shadows flee,
my dear, you have me
sighing,
but into the sea
the sun I can see
dying.
You are so carefree.
Please don’t let me be
crying.
Yes, it now is night,
and nothing feels right.
“Goodbye,”
you say. That’s a slight,
for with all my might
I try
to keep you in sight.
Though sweet words you write,
you lie!
You say I’m your all,
then put up a wall.
It’s true!
And always I crawl
like a wind-up doll.
I’m blue.
You make me feel small,
yet I fall and fall
for you.
March 21, 2023
I thought I was writing a virelei but was informed this is not one,
so I want to submit this to 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1202' Poetry Contest because I still look at it as a rhymed poem with a clear pattern
of stanzas!
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