blue, by you.


this poem is a lake.

it takes its colors from the sky
breathes fire and spills itself
at sunset. It has yet
to hold itself fully at bay,
sways with the breeze.

this poem tenders trees
and timbres song.
it puffs its pink cheeks
out, waves its own skin
and begins again
another day.

this poem plays
along the sand, holds hands
with wandering
shore. this poem

holds more
than its own blue
tears, its sacred years of spilling
song. this poem longs

for its Creator,
a greater dance,
a worship stance
that pleases its
prosaic trance.

this poem is a second








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11 Responses to blue, by you.

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Also, this poem is my 2,444 blog post. 😉

  2. Beautiful imagery. Congrats on your 2,444 blog post! Thank you for sharing =)

  3. Kir Piccini says:

    I love the idea of holding hands with a wandering shore..sigh. I can feel the sand under my feet.

  4. billgncs says:

    I just realized instead of personification, you sometimes write poemification 🙂

  5. Again, I love the title. And I especially love the ending. And I love this poem 😉

  6. willow sloan says:

    This is amazing!!!

    I especially like this:
    “for its Creator,
    a greater dance,
    a worship stance
    that pleases its
    prosaic trance.”

    Particularly the beautiful curve formed by that wrap. Perfection! Have I ever told you how much I love wrapping paragraphs?!

  7. This poem is wonderful, De! “This poem is a second chance” – Love that.

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