Inspired by Bob Dylan poetry by Ivor Daniel

Baby blue planet

We take what we need, take more
that will not last a fire crying sun.
Doors we walk through, signs we
ignore, gamble highway dreams until
Coincidences, pattern-crazy sheets,
tired blankets, carpets,
now upheaved.
We throw baby blue paint out
with the bathwater.
Matches are damp, saints worn
Humanity smooths Her crumpled dress.
Catastrophe plays with His all over nowness

: Ivor Daniel lives in Gloucestershire, UK. His poems have appeared in A Spray of Hope,
wildfire words, Steel Jackdaw, Writeresque, iamb~wave seven, Fevers of the Mind, The
Trawler, Roi Fainéant, Ice Floe Press and The Dawntreader. He has poems forthcoming in
After..., Re-Side, Alien Buddha, The Orchard Lea Anthology (Cancer) and The Crump’s Barn
Anthology (Halloween). .

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