hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
offbeat words for you...
Wake Up!
but i know different
Creative Writing Instructor, Author of Mend
Living on the equator but longing for snow
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Creating Images with Words
Poems, Stories, life itself
So much for Spring. Put on the fire , light some candles and have a Baileys on ice:)
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