Sublime

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The beautiful ones want to take you away
You sink to a dream as the trees all turn gray                                  -wanting to read as the trees turn to grey, but it may remove personal significance

You watch as the blue drips down from the skies                                                                                                                 
The colors are painted on the backs of your eyes                            -I really like this line
You hold a red apple from a country unknown
Blood melts from its skin as it turns to a stone                                 -interesting layers of thought here

Her dark skin makes you love                                                       -skin twice makes me think the apple is "apple of 'your' eye"
The red rose makes you cry
But remember, Sirrah, we’re all gray when we die                           -I like how you've incorporated the celestial

Purple cloaks make me king
His black skin makes him mine                                                     -I'm puzzled here, but enjoy the rhyme/riddle quality in this S
But remember, my son, it’s all black when we die

The colors we see are earth’s rhythm and rhyme
And so I sit staring at colors sublime                                                    -interesting end



it was fun to read, though tossed me to and fro
I will need to chew on the riddling stanza
strangely, the poem wanted to divide during critique,
but it is not unusual for things to get wonky here.

thank you kindly for the read
and opportunity to critique


-nibbed