~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

For the Green

Cool yellow-white LED lights
Tasted by interns, wherever they be.
Jaundiced; yet pale; watered down –
This shade tastes devoid of all agency.

Sits on the tongue, fouled fruit cocktail juice,
Carelessly laced with gray ashes.
Moments are grudgingly handed out –
Rare visits and rarer day passes.

Blue is the chill of unheated rooms;
Of bared arms in want of thick sweaters.
Yards may be warmer than communal rooms
But the searing cold never gets better.

Blue is alone; depressed, cold afraid –
The cyanic tinge of all thoughts.
Blue in the days that you can’t leave yourself
And your mind broadcasts all you wrought.

Green is a hope, a wish and a dream
Green is fescue that’s growing out there.
Its soft as the moss that covers the rocks,
Its patient, absorbing all cares.

Green is the promise you view from within
The peridot lighting your path.
Green is your strength, the rock at your core
When you leave here, don’t ever look back.


- 24 lines

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