Blue

Blue air

on the streets and in your hair

seeping into blood still traveling

oxygen-lit and sweet

 

Blue tears

on your palms and beyond your years

wept upon the altar of things you've seen

embedded in corneal lenses

 

Blue words

on your lips and wings of birds

attached with wire as they wait

to fly your sorrows aloft

 

Blue day

still on the books until flown away

to a realm where sadness dies

and only memory markers remain

Reviews

[Ladysue]

Oh the blues..though this was very sad, I like how you made blue flow through everything as it captured a true blue day so perfectly. When you write, you have an unique way of getting to the essence of things that is impressive. beautifully expressed..

[J]

ahhh lovely sue, how to thank you for your kindest heart ......... you are truly a gift. thank you. just thank you ........ xx

[WritersRankings]

Exceedingly Earth-like, you will write us letters from other planets I hope? Blue for yellow stars, most of them are red. This poem could win a prize I'm sure, for a summary of what was rich here.

[J]

wow! i'm stunned ...... and muchly appreciate your generous review. other planets hahaha -- tho i do tend to wander along the edges. thank you kindly! :)

[A. Amos]

Such a powerful subject! Your writing is so magnificently constructed. I was completly in your vivid imagenary of blue world...amazing work of art my friend. Simply great work and thank you for sharing..

[J]

awww and i am flattered beyond by a writer such as yourself. thank you for reading me and leaving such encouragement, a. grateful i yem :)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[Sami Khalil]

I really enjoyed this wonderful write. It has ripples in all things blue...:).........

[J]

thank you for your gracious review, sami. i'm honored you stopped by. :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:).................

[Revery]

Stunning, absolute perfection. J you have written a wonderful beautiful poem. Oh and I love the photo, it reminds me of a photo I've somewhere recently. ;)

[J]

thank you, dear rev. you are the kindest of souls. always such a pleasure to your your thoughts. and oh the photo! lol! looks like you!

[Revery]

You choose it well, I love photos that balance simplicity and beauty. :)

[SkinlessFrank]

This gets at the depths of sorrow, that stone heavy pit in one's stomach and soul. The last stanza, a kind of universal sense of giving into it all because what else can one really do about it?

[Tate Morgan]

The way you describe blue makes it seem the quintessential beauty. Just like the one who created this work

[Abhra]

A truly beautiful poem J. As beautiful as the color blue. This poem is like a meandering road inside.