Bleak

Bleak

White-out conditions
Blank
White in sky, on land
Bland
A satin texture
Blanched
Cold into the bone
Blind
Asleep in a cold coffin
Blink
Am I awake?
Blue
Sparks fly past my eyelids
Blood
Feel the pulse and flow
Black
The White has faded
Blocked
There is no exit
Blunder
Apology is the recourse
Blame I will not know
Blessed
All things shall pass

Marsha Salerno

April 2009