Pink and blue

pink sunset

Where does a heart go
When a pink sunset
On blue waters breaks it?

Does it sink among pebbles
Or shreds and dries
With torn sea grass?

Where do songs go
When the sun leaves
Taking shadows with him?

When stars no longer smile,
Who hears the moon’s lullabies
In hesitations washing on sand?

Who hears ghosts moan in rigging
Or the wide wasteland
of numbness in the call of owls?

A mermaid’s eyes freeze
A butterfly with magic dust.
A unicorn drowns in a moonlit haze.

Blue mountains watch
A soul capsize without a tear.
Stones tumble on pink sand.

jetty in moonlight

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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25 Responses to Pink and blue

  1. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Lovely…. ahhhh….

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  2. Pas beaucoup de rires aujourd’hui, cherie.
    Some of your lines are heart-breaking.
    Mais tu crees toujours la magie.

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  3. john zande says:

    It all needs an audience 🙂

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  4. arjaybe says:

    The universe is indifferent? Magic is its own law?

    shred and dry

    rjb

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  5. Randstein says:

    I believe the heart goes and comes with the songs.

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  6. alarmingman says:

    Your first stanza alone says it all. Simply exquisite.

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  7. themodernidiot says:

    Dogs. They can here someone licking stamps three miles away, and erupt into a symphony of panic and danger-alert barks, so the whole house sounds like a car crash. Idiots.

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  8. Mike says:

    A delightfully whimsical piece Emmy. I’m particularly taken with, ‘ lullabies in hesitations washing on sand’ – quiet as it is, it screams talent. Great work.

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  9. Maria F. says:

    I love both the images and the poem!

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