Poetry
On Good Authority
A poem scrubbed away before it was written
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3 min readMay 28, 2024
What color is the blueblue sky?
How does this blue
Stain my cherry pie?
I drink my coffee blue
No sugar
No questions
A blue pencil
Can’t answer
If I wrote blue
Instead of blue
And rubbed all the words away
A pink eraser
Would be blue too
Sky blueblue
And nothing to show for it
Save dirty blue nubblings
Every word they ate
Kneaded to be blue
Until they weren’t kneaded anymore
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By Doodleslice 2024–05–28
Hello again.
It’s me, the steward of the junk drawer, coming at ya on a Monday-ish Tuesday morning, post holiday. I had a lovely Memorial Day visiting my local botanical gardens with some friends. The flowers were duly spectacular. The weather surprisingly nice considering that only a few hours earlier it was entirely cats and dogs. So on the one…
