Blue Monsoon by Julie Adamsemotions bleed
ink
tear pools dry this season
but ink flows from brooding clouds
soon a monsoon
despite drought
and famine
and epidemic
my death is slow
earned
and perhaps torturous
enough to escape me
royal blood of blue thought
paints before me
and I
catatonic
stare in disbelief
at all that is
my life
dripping into pools
of paragraphs I'll soon forget
if I don't downpour them
into puddles of
poems
07/13/2002 Posted on 07/13/2002 Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
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