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.

The light.