Every day’s the first
day of something
or other, so we
remember the blue.
And the blues. The
used toothpaste tube.
The scent of
rain, fading.
The crumbling of
time.
And
the way this sly sky
holds court with
tree songs
and dream
-bled clouds.
..
It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Come play!
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
I love the morning as the start of something new… and hope for more blue than blues.
Dream-bled clouds …. absolutely great line in a gem of a poem
I bet I can guess something that inspired this. If it’s any consolations today’s skies are gray-bled. Beautiful memories, indeed.
I do like this poem. It’s the tone, there’s a delicacy to it, and stoicism, plodding through it regardless of what the sly sky is up to.
This is divine, De! The blue, the scent of rain and dream-bled clouds….
Every day’s the first day of something” … a new beginning … Great thought!
A beautiful write De, I especially love ‘The scent of rain, fading’ and ‘tree songs and dream-bled clouds.’
I liked the “dream-bled clouds”. Dreams comes down like rain.
This is so very special…the blue instead of the blues, each day a new beginning. And tree songs…love those tree songs.
Divine it is! (I keep going back and rereading – your words are dreamy in themselves.)
Anna :o]
A poet’s tribute & anthem; makes me feel privileged to be in the poetic fraternity; love making thins all “dreambly”; smile
I too remember the blue and blues…sigh ~ Love that dream-bled clouds ~
That first line break makes me think of the first of the month — in repeat mode. (Every day’s payday.) Remember the movie Groundhog Day? That sort of thing.
Hope all your blue dreams come true. Leave the blues behind. Just put on the running shoes and head out into those blue skies.
Ooh – “crumbling of time”. Gem sort of hidden in there.
dream-bled is a keeper, De! Credit to your daughter. Wishing you blue skies!
We need a new shade of blue, to lift us up beyond the clouds.
“And / the way this sly sky / holds court with / tree songs / and dream-bled clouds.” Perfect ending.
“tree songs
and dream
-bled clouds.”….Wow!!
Hope this time it posts.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget ‘dream/bled clouds’…Wow!
Every day is the first of something….or the ending.
Keeping “dream / -bled clouds”, within me. A fantastic write.
Hope the comment posts this time.
This is beautiful, and suits my for-some-reason blue mood. The crumbling of time. Wow, De.
The used toothpaste tube stands out to me. Beautifully written!
I like the sense of consciousness in this…specially the scent of rain fading and the tree songs.
I simply love ” dream / -bled clouds.”…..
I love the relaxing atmosphere of this piece…and your opening…and your close.
There is such a dreamy feeling to this, “dream-bled clouds.” I really like it!
Pingback: Vertigo Allegro in Indigo | Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble
I love the flow of the last stanza. I can hear the rustling of the tree leaves.
Dream-bled or dreambled…so clever and so de-reamy
The imagery of your post is dreamy.
Toothpaste: what a delightful surprise to find that in the mix!