Colour me gone

POSTED IN contemporary poetry, essays, Spring March 21, 2018











Colour me gone


Colour me gone

I’m just a pawn

In life’s chess game


I’m just a non-

person, a yawn,

and all the same.


I take no heart,

I play no part

In this last act


I’m game for Art,

my counterpart,

and that’s a fact.


I know not why

I’m a far cry

from all that’s known



a harvest fly

of the wild rye.

colour me gone.


Maria Magdalena Biela

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