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The Blues of Darkness

written by: McColley



There’s a hush across this night
this room is spent and stark
my thoughts are steep at best
with hints of meadowlark,
a woodsy moment of rarity
landscaping the eyes of mind
a foggy institution
far from the any kind,
my steps are forward thinking
hovering over distant sands
warming up the darkened skies
to whatever creative demands,
and sit I here to think the sighs
over moths flickering to light
waters running through many feet
as the hush fills in the night.



A weaver of words in both poetry and short story, surreal, abstract, strange atmospheres drifting in and out of consciousness. Exposing humanity or pushing its envelope into boundaries of emotional content; enjoy the many variations of Robert McColley.

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