i recognized the blue-grey smoke
when it kissed the clouds
a mile away.
the news was raging on about it.
just across the Divide
the alert rattled homes and schools
shouting "evacuation!"
but i did not feel it
not as i sat reading Dostoevsky
in tranquil quiet
not when the explosion found itself
and hurt others
i didn't feel it
but i watched as dark plumes
painted the lightness of day
in broad brushstrokes
reaching for the sky's
limit.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
