The Blues

by Jeremy Cooley

September 14, 2013

You haven't talked to me in weeks

And I'm damn sure it's my fault or another

As I watch the sky stratify

Into blues from cerulean to robin's egg

And the people I pass are just shades in a jaded life.

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Comments (2)

QVSep 16, 2013

<p>Your last line was very effective, "And the people I pass are just shade in a jaded life". I have my reserves about the initial description of prosiac emotions in the first two lines though. I must say there is a slight contradiction in your piece, the blue of feelings, robbin eggs, and sky becomes jade? Q.V.</p>

ChristopherShayneSep 16, 2013

<p>I like how "As I watch the sky stratify" kind of brings you from a feeling of anger into a feeling of sadness as the poem closes. It's like the breaking point. At least that's how I read it.</p>

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