This Poem Smells Blue

MykytaRyzhykh

This poem smells blue

The color of wrinkles in the sky

¶ Black shapes in clear water

This verse will be picked up by crows in the morning And they will be thrown from heaven

On icy concrete heart rocks ~

All in vain

[This poem was first published by Stone Poetry Journal]

Mykyta Ryzhykh lives in Ukraine and was a finalist of the Crimean fig competition and 2022 Pushcart Nominee (Tipton Poetry Journal). Mykyta has been published in the journals White Mammoth, Soloneba, Littsentr, Plumbum Press, Ukrainian Literary Gazette, Bukovynskyi Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Tipton Poetry Journal, Alternate route, dyst journal, Better than Starbucks poetry & Fiction Journal, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Littoral Press, Asorn haiku Journal, Book of Matches, Ice Floe Press.and Literary Chernihiv.