Blue, Black

I jot you on white with blue, black

A word, few lines, whole para

Until i can not scribble further

Hours after or past many nights

Walking down the street at twilight 

You rush pass my bare thoughts

And i chisel you again, in blue, black

Page after page, poem after poem

I ink you without ever using fullstop

Sometimes blue, sometimes black

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love the symbolism that's well-expressed in the last 2 lines especially. To be honest, this feels a little bit creepy, almost like the portrayal of a stalker (but maybe I'm influenced becuz Halloween is on the horizon & I love spooky writing). This narrator is definitely haunted by this girl & it seems like he's expressing it mostly in lonely words rattling around in his own head, not so much connected to being in a regular back-and-forth with the object of his affection. I love the haunting feeling of this poem . . . it's a little repetitive (in a good way) to mimic the way an obsessive mind circles around the same thoughts (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[M.E.Lyle]

This is really great stuff and I love it. I'm left wondering, is this person real or imagined? If this person is real, have you met? There are many questions left unanswered, which is why this piece is so wonderful, whether it be blue, or black.
Great job.

[Digvijay Singh]

Thank you M.E.Lyle. I'm glad you liked it

[Lorry]

I am quite jealous of your line " and I chisel you again, in blue/black." what an excellent descriptor of what we put into forming emotions on paper.
If I had written that, I would be smiling about it for days 😀
The "sometimes blue, sometimes black" endlines is perfect. I wonder if there is a significance to you using blue or black. Depending on your mood perhaps, or most likely, just what is at hand.
Excellent piece. Just one query, the line you rush pass... Perhaps past fits better.

[Digvijay Singh]

Thank you Lorry. Much appreciated. I had a picture in mind where.. the place of my thoughts is a bare desert with nothing and sometimes you come and go hastily and i didn't want to make the line longer.. so..