Shade Me Blue
Editor's Note: This piece was created during a Citizen-inspired writing session at this summer's Shade exhibit at the Clyfford Still and Denver Art Museums.
By Lacresha Fox
My soul sees blue
shades, sinned bruised souls.
Moving trees – some light, some dark,
so many shades in between. I say,
what does this mean?
I see the shade
black overtake part of the souls.
Oh Lord, what does this mean?
I want to fall
to my knees and pray. I want to wail,
in tears, to help the small thin
line of light, life bring light to the sea
blue sinned souls. I choose
the thin line, Oh Lord. I love
blue sinned tree souls.