blue, by You


grace is the face
of golden sky
of places where Lake
greets land in a stony kiss,

where bliss is
in indigo spill
and that sacred will
win over all.

it’s the graffiti-etched awe
of driftwood
scarred in storm,
tumbled, turned
to marooned treasure.

it’s the way
the birds remember
how to sing
before snowfall
after rain
through the spaces
in between
sob and silence.



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6 Responses to blue, by You

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    “…the spaces in between sob and silence.” Wow, De, this is gorgeous.

  2. Misky says:

    Love that last stanza.

  3. laundry girl says:

    I love the stanza that begins with “it’s the graffiti-etched awe / of driftwood.”

  4. annell4 says:

    Each one better than the last!

  5. I love ‘marooned treasure.’

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