Blue Serenade

From the unknown lands, a voice is heard:
  a song, as from a mourning bird,
  comes pure and blue across the lake
  and hovers for a single, crystal moment –

For grief that goes far past the way
  our syllables combine,
  and how the broken start of day
  is framed, and hung
  in hallways we

  ignore

One thought on “Blue Serenade

  1. I really like the first stanza and its counterpoint in the feeling of grief and a broken day. I rather hope you will revisit this one and see if there is a way to build on that image..
    The second stanza drops me right up against the wall. Maybe that is what you intended?

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