My Blues
Blue is hot.
Is cold.
Is fired heat across naked sky.
Is frozen as the coldest sin.
Blue is a scar too deep to heal.
Blue light with nowhere to hide.
The colour of prophets,
The visions beyond hills.
Blue is a climb into Babylon.
Blue is too close to my heart,
So unholy my fall into your abyss,
too blue
my blues.
Sunday Whirl #248 Wordle words: scar hide fire prophet vision unholy sin close hills climb light
Cheer up! You have truly turned that eerie picture into a lovely poem.
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It’s an amazing photo, eh?
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Blue is the warmest colour – even when it is cold..i love every particle of this poem…
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Thank you!
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Blue, a hue of many meanings. Delightful
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Thank you very much.
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Your poem bestows blue with depth and wisdom. I love this piece.
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Thanks, Brenda, and thank you the inspiring words.
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Amazing what colour can do to us, isn’t it?
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In my lexicon, blue is the color of knowledge and wisdom. And I hope to continue falling into its abyss until my last breath. Love this poem,
Elizabeth
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Thanks so much, Elizabeth. I’ll be over to read yours in second.
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Oh, this is so rich and vibrant with thoughtfulness and imagery….”Blue is a climb into Babylon”—just that line alone gives the reader so much to think about and imagine. Lovely.
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I’m glad that you like it, CC. Thanks.
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Trés blue. Never sure where the association came from. Orange gives me the willies.
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