Poem: No Pretty Colors

No tenderness

No sweetness

Or sugar in my bowl


No bra straps

No pleas

No pretty colors

Or moans


This world I trudge

An ocean wide

Eyes roving, seek

A patch of gentle sky


No game’s afoot

Jobs roll on

My puzzler puzzles

How to right a cold wrong

Sky-painted ceiling in Hartlaxton Manor, UK

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