Morning After, N.O., Riverwalk

cold

sorrowful

stars fade

 

blue tears

from a

black eyed god

 

sipping whiskey

warmth from

a dusty sunrise

 

red happiness

and white pain

blur into achy peace

 

as a foreign

container ship

ghosts by

 

bound for

someplace

fresh

Reviews

[roarke]

a moment, a place, a thought.... is poetry made of more than this?

distillation, the fine edge, comes from a "thinking" a thought, a pondering.... what lovely things express themselves from this.

Title vs poem.... maybe too much information in the title? dunno.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Been there, done that, moved on. Nice work.