Blue is held
in heart and chest,
stirred by significant
breeze, contemplated
by clouds. We shroud
ourselves in
-digo proud, believe
………………..in blur.
..
Prompted by Toads.
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ha. lovely! k.
Hi De ~~ A poem for thinkers. I wonder how it is that we place the color blue in such high reverence? Blue color brings to my mind our race car. It was baby blue with black ’88s’ on the doors, a modified 1934 Ford three-window coupe. It was very fast, driving it and keeping it running its best was good therapy for me. I had just became a college dropout who should adjust to making a living with his hands instead of his brains.
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Indigo – love it like that. The sky can be wonderful,
Lovely sky song, lovely sky. I like that you took up Bjorn’s suggestion of focusing on colours.
The sky is an endless inspiration for poetry. It is amazing what words seem to drift by on the clouds. Lovely.
contemplating clouds is a wonderful pastime. Here journeys into shape and form, are as endless as a mariner on uncharted seas
thanks for dropping in at my blog
much love…
This is a most beautiful description of blue sky.
Gorgeous! ❤
Colour blue; inspiring and dependable! Certainly a poem that makes one think.
Enjoy the philosophical slant here 🙂
Blue sky and clouds…there are so many dreams and life questions stored there.
indigo – a word and color that holds a lot of meaning. Nice photo too.