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What Blue Is...
Blue is the color entranced in eyes,
Like skies and oceans vast and deep,
A reverie of streamed subconscious perfected,
The memory of a dream longed to keep.
Blue is the sensation that lingers softly,
Like a sweet lowly tune that haunts the mind,
Yearning for the warmth in the heart of hearts,
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Blue is the sensual contextual feeling,
Like languid ridges that never stop,
Hastily stalling and lazily crawling,
Rich in texture profound in abstract thought.
Blue is the name of a flame deeply burning,
Turning all fancies from lust to dust,
Lost like lullabies lulled lied and laid,
Made to encumber and encompass trust.
Blue is the cool collected stillness dwelling,
Reeling in the tryst of heightened fantasy,
An alluring natural riveting happenstance,
That shatters the boundaries of reality.
Blue is the aura of a free flowing spirit,
Supple and graceful and only one of a kind,
In shapes and forms different from the norm,
Relishing in the sight that’s so divine.
Blue is the fine and sultry rhythm,
The groove that moves deeply softly within,
The soothing sound coming in rushing waves,
And engraves all yearning in a whim.
Blue is the ideal state of feeling and emotion,
Tapping into the recess of the soul to compose,
It will bring up the deepest darkest secrets,
And to the world becomes completely exposed.
Blue is the hue of a fire tendered,
Like an undying tinder of a lasting kiss,
A déjà-vu that lingers in the soul forever,
Like immortal embers of an eternal bliss.
That’s what blue is...
Like skies and oceans vast and deep,
A reverie of streamed subconscious perfected,
The memory of a dream longed to keep.
Blue is the sensation that lingers softly,
Like a sweet lowly tune that haunts the mind,
Yearning for the warmth in the heart of hearts,
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Blue is the sensual contextual feeling,
Like languid ridges that never stop,
Hastily stalling and lazily crawling,
Rich in texture profound in abstract thought.
Blue is the name of a flame deeply burning,
Turning all fancies from lust to dust,
Lost like lullabies lulled lied and laid,
Made to encumber and encompass trust.
Blue is the cool collected stillness dwelling,
Reeling in the tryst of heightened fantasy,
An alluring natural riveting happenstance,
That shatters the boundaries of reality.
Blue is the aura of a free flowing spirit,
Supple and graceful and only one of a kind,
In shapes and forms different from the norm,
Relishing in the sight that’s so divine.
Blue is the fine and sultry rhythm,
The groove that moves deeply softly within,
The soothing sound coming in rushing waves,
And engraves all yearning in a whim.
Blue is the ideal state of feeling and emotion,
Tapping into the recess of the soul to compose,
It will bring up the deepest darkest secrets,
And to the world becomes completely exposed.
Blue is the hue of a fire tendered,
Like an undying tinder of a lasting kiss,
A déjà-vu that lingers in the soul forever,
Like immortal embers of an eternal bliss.
That’s what blue is...
Published 7th Mar 2020
| Edited 11th Mar 2020
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7th Mar 2020 1:55pm
Thank you for that comment Poet. I really appreciate it. And thank you for adding to your RL.
7th Mar 2020 3:13pm
What a beautiful line!
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Wally, this was wonderful! The only suggestion I have is to separate the stanzas so the reader has time to absorb this delicious imagery before moving on so quickly.
Blue is the color entranced in eyes,
Like skies and oceans vast and deep,
A reverie of streamed subconscious perfected,
The memory of a dream longed to keep.
Blue is the sensation that lingers softly,
Like a sweet lowly tune that haunts the mind,
Yearning for the warmth in the heart of hearts,
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Blue is the sensual contextual feeling,
Like languid ridges that never stop,
Hastily stalling and lazily crawling,
Rich in texture profound in abstract thought.
Blue is the name of a flame deeply burning,
Turning all fancies from lust to dust,
Lost like lullabies lulled lied and laid,
Made to encumber and encompass trust.
Blue is the cool collected stillness dwelling,
Reeling in the tryst of heightened fantasy,
An alluring natural riveting happenstance,
That shatters the boundaries of reality.
Blue is the aura of a free flowing spirit,
Supple and graceful and only one of a kind,
In shapes and forms different from the norm,
Relishing in the sight that’s so divine.
Blue is the fine and sultry rhythm,
The groove that moves deeply softly within,
The soothing sound coming in rushing waves,
And engraves all yearning in a whim.
Blue is the ideal state of feeling and emotion,
Tapping into the recess of the soul to compose,
It will bring up the deepest darkest secrets,
And to the world becomes completely exposed.
Blue is the hue of a fire tendered,
Like an undying tinder of a lasting kiss,
A déjà-vu that lingers in the soul forever,
Like immortal embers of an eternal bliss.
That’s what blue is...
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Wally, this was wonderful! The only suggestion I have is to separate the stanzas so the reader has time to absorb this delicious imagery before moving on so quickly.
Blue is the color entranced in eyes,
Like skies and oceans vast and deep,
A reverie of streamed subconscious perfected,
The memory of a dream longed to keep.
Blue is the sensation that lingers softly,
Like a sweet lowly tune that haunts the mind,
Yearning for the warmth in the heart of hearts,
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Blue is the sensual contextual feeling,
Like languid ridges that never stop,
Hastily stalling and lazily crawling,
Rich in texture profound in abstract thought.
Blue is the name of a flame deeply burning,
Turning all fancies from lust to dust,
Lost like lullabies lulled lied and laid,
Made to encumber and encompass trust.
Blue is the cool collected stillness dwelling,
Reeling in the tryst of heightened fantasy,
An alluring natural riveting happenstance,
That shatters the boundaries of reality.
Blue is the aura of a free flowing spirit,
Supple and graceful and only one of a kind,
In shapes and forms different from the norm,
Relishing in the sight that’s so divine.
Blue is the fine and sultry rhythm,
The groove that moves deeply softly within,
The soothing sound coming in rushing waves,
And engraves all yearning in a whim.
Blue is the ideal state of feeling and emotion,
Tapping into the recess of the soul to compose,
It will bring up the deepest darkest secrets,
And to the world becomes completely exposed.
Blue is the hue of a fire tendered,
Like an undying tinder of a lasting kiss,
A déjà-vu that lingers in the soul forever,
Like immortal embers of an eternal bliss.
That’s what blue is...
11th Mar 2020 5:01pm
Thanks Ahavati. I usually split up the stanzas, I just didn't do it on this one for some reason.
Glad you liked it.
Glad you liked it.
