Colour me gone

POSTED IN contemporary poetry, essays, Spring March 21, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colour me gone

 

Colour me gone

I’m just a pawn

In life’s chess game

 

I’m just a non-

person, a yawn,

and all the same.

 

I take no heart,

I play no part

In this last act

 

I’m game for Art,

my counterpart,

and that’s a fact.

 

I know not why

I’m a far cry

from all that’s known

 

 

a harvest fly

of the wild rye.

colour me gone.

 

Maria Magdalena Biela