The Blues

All the different kinds of blues and their meaning

“I’m feeling blue.” She thought to her self. 

But I'm not feeling the blue that bogs you down

I’m not sulking in a solemn haze of sobriety

I haven't been caught in melancholy’s malicious web 

No 

I’m feeling the blue hues of the loving morning sky 

The determined azure dedicated to her practice 

I am the empowered embodiment of the raging sea

The teal waves whispering calmly among the shore 

I am a wall of light that protects 

The pale and translucent that inspires 

“I’m feeling blue,” She thought once more 

And I’d prefer nothing else 

Reviews

[DAH]

Mystical in all of its magical diction.

This poem resonates with me on so many levels.
Blue, always my fave color ...

Bravo, Poet!
DAH

[HadesRising]

Nicely written piece of poetry.Well Done.