B: Black

Black is my colour

black is my night

black is the ink

with which I write

words that keep you near

words that keep you alive

black is the grief I cling to

black is my white.

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    1. ipsyb says:

      Thank you!

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  1. roweeee says:

    Great poem. So moving. I love watching the water at night with it’s black inkiness and perhaps the light of the moon shimmering as it moves. So spiritual.
    xx Rowena

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    1. ipsyb says:

      yes, the moon belly dancing on the sea at night… love the visual that throws up in my mind!

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  2. Rian Durant says:

    Oh amazing poem! The last line is beyond beautiful!

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    1. ipsyb says:

      Thank you!

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  3. zannierose says:

    good to have some poetry to read and contemplate on my morning blog hop

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    1. ipsyb says:

      Thanks, hope to run into you again soon.

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  4. Black is my white. How beautiful:)

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    1. ipsyb says:

      Thank you! 🙂

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    1. ipsyb says:

      Thanks 🙂

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