Pale Blue

You appeared, a pale blue wash against the angry sky
Disabling the anger, allowing desire to replace it
Blotting out decades of burnt umber and bitter red
All those bottled up pastel hues exploded onto the canvas
And this time... this time I wasn't forcing the sky to be brighter
I didn't have to close my eyes tight and imagine it all
Because you were real, and you were right before me

Nights became a melange of lavender sheets, lemon-sweet laughter
Days no longer shadowed, big orange droplets of sun shattered clouds
Swept a green meadow deep into the places I had thought forever dark
Gray became an illusion in those days, a nightmare long passed
No, I never forced it... but you made me feel I was forcing you
And now I have to close my eyes and imagine you here
Because you were real, but you went so far away...

And the canvases are all empty, and the colors have been sold
The brushes are tattered and I can't paint myself anew, again
The sky isn't angry... it just doesn't matter, it isn't really THERE
Life is a black and white photo of a big empty house
I can't force it anymore, I can't make the stars shine through
Because you were real, so I can't imagine the hurt away

Reviews

[Constance L. Hartwell]

The way you describe the smallest detail is so beautiful. again, you painted an image in my head. I felt as if I was in the poem! good job

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A beautiful write. Loved the use of color in your words. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[poet2angels (lynda)]

So filled with overwhelming emotion!
Beautifully written as longing is so apparent and it is as if colors fade like being washed away from the canvas and evern the brush flows clean in the end leaving only blue sorrow...
Brilliant

Lynda

[J. James Reider]

Some wonderful imagery and a hint of sorrow formed a beautiful poem here. I also enjoyed the free form you chose here, and everything came together quite well... Nothing unusual from you (:

[Wildecat]

A very warm and heartfelt poem, thanks for sharing and also for the invite to Constantinople. I dislike drama and bullys.

[AK]

Constance... how is it that you can write directly to one's heart this way?

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Very elegant, yes that's how I'll discribe the vivid colors you painted in this poem. I love the metaphor, how you discribed your feeling in color, they fit well. Very creative write.

[Poeticpiers]

A beautiful piece of poetic prose portraying so well the mild insanity of being in love Your colouful descritions rendered this piece of writing not run of the mill