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 undone. Coincidences, pattern-crazy sheets, tired blankets, carpets, planet now upheaved. We throw baby blue paint out with the bathwater. Matches are damp, saints worn through. Humanity smooths Her crumpled dress. Catastrophe plays with His all over nowness Bio : 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). . @IvorDaniel