Blue Monday

Blue Monday by Diane Wakoski : The Poetry Foundation

Here's the first part of Diane's poem:

Blue of the heaps of beads poured into her breasts   

and clacking together in her elbows;

blue of the silk

that covers lily-town at night;

blue of her teeth

that bite cold toast

and shatter on the streets;

blue of the dyed flower petals with gold stamens   

hanging like tongues 

 

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Visit the Poetry Foundation to read the rest.  Then, write a blue poem yourself~