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

[Forest Green]

Days, no matter how enchanting or indebting or satisfying...or even blue, do elevate themselves and spend so much of their color on the horizon.

Dabbed with the sincerity of an artist's brush, memory will never completely let them go, but will touch them in some way one day, with the kindness of life's colorful clarion call.

Good work...excellent.

[SkinlessFrank]

you remind me that we must be made by design to forget the intensity of sensation of pain and sadness of days past....otherwise how could we go on....beauty of a piece

[J]

thanks frank. true enuf, ya? and world population would be severely reduced. :)

[Chance]

When the book is closed do the tears "embedded in corneal lenses" evaporate? Great read glad I found it two beers into a rainy Friday night.

[J]

hmmm - you thought this further along than i did. should maybe have a second beer ..... thinkin they just alchemize into amber. howzat?

[Chance]

Amber, how perfect. . .you are good.

[Sandy Beach]

Another incredibly great piece of simple charm. Your words leave a flow of gentle beauty that lead the mind in untold directions. :)

[J]

again, you're so sweet ~~ many thank yous for generous thoughts. :)

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I felt the breaths in this, it made me airy and light inside of my chest, where it had been previoulsy tense and knotted. Good blue, how I crave a good summery sky after this!

[Mockingbird]

i can imagine a lover watching his own true love on that last journey to her last breath. this for me is a beautiful image.

[Between the grey]

Very poetic piece and beuatiful.
You write lovely!

[Bare trees]

Sadness/the blues is such a pest, an assailant, a tenant who occupies a space in my calendar every season. It's a part of life as is my undependable and rickety door of unconscious that lets him through when I'm not strong enough to keep it locked. Yet, eventually he grows tired and slips out as though he were punching out for the day. Your poems pull out thought, contemplation, and gratification. This poem is no different. Fine writing indeed.

[Reaper]

Good scheme and utterly amazing color choice.

[WhiteWillow]

I like your rhyme scheme, and the tranquility throughout the piece. Serene and beautiful.