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When I first saw the color blue
Was it mere months ago?
The span of a lifetime for a crab.
Who could tell? But I knew it was
years ago, my own lifetime.
Where would I be if I hadn't sensed it
up my spine, on the back of my neck,
if I hadn't felt you walking
aimlessly on the strand.
I was oblivious to the cold
as I quaked from sunset's approach.
The world was monochrome like waves
in shells sunken in sand at low tide,
before the last of daylight blinked
from fog rolling in.
I had to know now that you existed.
It happened at breakwater.
I laid eyes on you the first & last time
( I would never look away again )
when I saw the color blue.
Not like I thought I knew.
Nothing's been the same since then.
Misplaced keys to the prism before
you & the color blue pooled at my feet;
a halo of lights from the pier
in its reflection, and all that I saw.
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Published 6th Mar 2016
| Edited 13th Apr 2018
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Anonymous
6th Mar 2016 4:29am
Brilliant write, Jade.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
6th Mar 2016 5:07am
6th Mar 2016 5:16am
*covers her impish grin with her hand that still stings...*
You honor me terribly, Geoff.
--me
You honor me terribly, Geoff.
--me
6th Mar 2016 9:11am
6th Mar 2016 10:39am
Thank you so very much, John, I couldn't agree with you more about the color blue.
--Jade🌾
--Jade🌾
6th Mar 2016 10:55am
6th Mar 2016 11:42am
Thank you dear, gentle Grace, for the honor you bestow, and how it humbles me with gratitude.
--Jade🌾
--Jade🌾
6th Mar 2016 9:22pm
7th Mar 2016 11:10pm
7th Mar 2016 11:24pm
gorgeous write... excuse my ignorance, but was the reflection of you or a lover?...
4th Jan 2017 1:11pm
The theme of color is expressed very amazingly here. Although I do sense a bit of mystery and intimate excitement, I was hoping for a stronger emphasis on interpersonal love. But I really like the emphasis of visual color, especially blue, and your creative ability to create a story plot revolving around such a theme.
18th Jun 2017 7:44am
I was hoping for something more interpersonal. But this is still a very rich nature poem with interesting romantic features.
15th Apr 2018 4:23pm
Oceanic, intimate, and passionate.
this reinforces ideas for me to take a trip to the beach, sit in the sand and stare off into the distance where the ocean and sky slip into eternity.
this takes me back to a trip i took with my dad to the beach when i was a teenager.
a lost sharktooth necklace
old sand fences
tall swaying marram grass on the ridges of the dunes
off the beaten path beach shores
spanish moss on overhanging trees on the drive down through Georiga
i feel childish in wants and needs to travel and see places
yet the desire and yearn is still there
is blue a bouncing sound on the waves
or the breaking point in my mind to which there is no coming back
Heikegani crabs will forever crawl in the back of my mind
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i really like that 11th and 12th line
"The world was monochrome like waves
in shells sunken in sand at low tide, "
related piece(in essence)-
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/12/26/kanagawa-swells-crept-in-my-dreams/
well penned Jade.
this reinforces ideas for me to take a trip to the beach, sit in the sand and stare off into the distance where the ocean and sky slip into eternity.
this takes me back to a trip i took with my dad to the beach when i was a teenager.
a lost sharktooth necklace
old sand fences
tall swaying marram grass on the ridges of the dunes
off the beaten path beach shores
spanish moss on overhanging trees on the drive down through Georiga
i feel childish in wants and needs to travel and see places
yet the desire and yearn is still there
is blue a bouncing sound on the waves
or the breaking point in my mind to which there is no coming back
Heikegani crabs will forever crawl in the back of my mind
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heikegani
The ghost of Taira Tomomori
https://www.google.com/search?q=The+ghost+of+Taira+Tomomori&rlz=1C1GGRV_enUS792US792&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiF_8GHxrzaAhVEuVkKHf2bCXYQ_AUICigB&biw=1280&bih=918
i really like that 11th and 12th line
"The world was monochrome like waves
in shells sunken in sand at low tide, "
related piece(in essence)-
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/12/26/kanagawa-swells-crept-in-my-dreams/
well penned Jade.
Why thank you, Samael, so very much...
and for reading them both.
What else can I say?
and for reading them both.
What else can I say?
