she is particle dust
parched on desert floor,
thrust far from
the magnet Blue of
true.
point her up
and just let go; you know
she’ll make her way
back someday when
she’s had her fill of still
cobalt.
today, the sky will do.
…
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Oh… bu the sky is so much more than good enough.
It absolutely can be…but I am soooo longing for my Lake.
Oh, I like this! I don’t know who she is or what she wants, but I hope she enjoys herself in that cobalt, until the time comes to change to something new.
This is exquisitely drawn! 💝 I love the shades of blue and all that they represent here especially; “when she’s had her fill of still cobalt.” The poem speaks so much!
This is AMAZING. The beginning two lines hooked me intensely, and the whole essence of this poem is lovely. Can the sky be more than enough? Clear blue, barely a white cloud in the sky, is that enough?
The answer, to me, is absolutely. The azure is remarkable and on cold winter days, I find it captivating. You had me remember that with these lines:
“point her up
and just let go; you know
she’ll make her way
back someday…”
So beautifully and incredibly penned. ❤ ❤
Sounds like a person who know what she wants and what she needs. I like the rhyming arrangement in this.
Oh, wow, I could see her diving upwards, like a gannet in reverse. Great image, such movement, and all that blue. Loved it.
An ellipse of love! The magnetic attraction will never let her go…. Well done De!
“the magnet Blue of
true”
This poem sings, of both longing and acceptance.
beautiful imagery, this poem draws me right in!
This poem just dances and flows, and I’m ready to go with her. I love the movement and the blue.
What beautiful blue music you have created with your words!
Somehow serene and peaceful.
Lighter than air. Delicious.
Your words always dance and fly and sing, and I just love the way you write!
the sky will always do as my marker thank yo for the subject choice.
This is magical wish upon the sky. I love: the magnet Blue of
true.
Also, Canada is known for WeTheNorth, smiles.
This is so lovely and the sky makes it light even when nights cobalt has set in
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much❤love
I feel like this poem is all about exploration. And the freedom to explore the “cobalt.” This poem took me on a journey, nice one!
Excellent metaphysical foray. To some extent, we are all particle dust, meat suits that started out as clay. Every line has been quoted and noted; pretty good sign you’ve written a winner.
Lovely poem as always when I visit your blog.
Oh what a mesmerizingly lovely image of satisfying freedom 🙂 I love this poem!!
This line speaks to the strength of truth, waiting for it to speak. It always does….
“point her up
and just let go; you know
she’ll make her way”
As Grace mentioned, your title resonate, as in our Canadian anthem….”the true north strong and free”.
This sounds like an intriguing character: your quadrille resonates with the electric blue of a sky in summer, or a patch of summer sky in autumn – stunning!
kaykuala
she’s had her fill of still
cobalt today, the sky will do.
It is a good strategy to bid one’s time to stop awhile for a rethink! Good thoughts De!
Hank
I love your quadrille from the title to the sky, De! You’ve woven in some beautiful alliteration in ‘particle dust / parched on desert floor’, and internal rhyme in ‘magnet Blue of true’ and ‘had her fill of still cobalt’.
The sky is a good substitute for the longings of blue. (K)
Jolly and thoroughly optimistic!
“you know
she’ll make her way
back someday when
she’s had her fill of still
cobalt.
today, the sky will do.”
I’ve not read anyone else’s comments – deliberately. I do believe that many times poetry resonates with individuals and creates leaps and connections to their own experiences. I’m reminded in these words of the child who grows up and leaves home…seeking their own world in which to succeed and grow. Lucky are we parents whose children still want to return home, to visit, to talk with us, sometimes to seek our views and advice….to understand that their home and their upbringing were a good that helped to shape them. They left seeking more….cobalt….but return understanding that what they had was the sky….and it was good. 🙂 My take. Probably different from many others. But to me, that’s the sign of a good poet when their words can strike a chord in the reader. 🙂
Lovely poem
the mystery. the tenderness. this is emotive. ❤