The Blue Snow Falls *revised*

This disjointed series
Of serious choices
Has left me cold

I listen with ease
To erratic voices
Some new, some old

They pontificate about white
Snowflakes and blue skies
The products of reflected light
Caught by optic eyes

They never see
Skies of white,
Or blue snowflakes

They never see
Flux as right
They like static fakes.

1 comment:

  1. This conjointed poem
    Of serious poetry
    Has left me ravenous

    for more words


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