Blindfolds of Blue

Blindfolds of Blue

smoke swirling 'round heads
blindfolds of blue
before we stand, each other
ten feet from start
no ink yet stains the heart
but we breathe the vapors
and hear the beats
must just figure
projection.

4/3/22 - Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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