blue

blue copyright ziggy zagmyer
(she)
(is)
(blue)
her heartbeat
blue
lucid eyes
blue
her random mind
wandering around bluewise
all her memories of olympus, blue
her name, in any language 
a shade of blue

“i’m a fighter, not a lover” she says with the vox of a dark blue animal
if you steal from her magnolia tree, she’ll burn your house down 
step on her toes and she’ll knock your teeth out 
her mermaids swim with sharks, her city bewildered with dogs 
she keeps angels on kite strings, they guard her temple of bluedom 
her kung-fu is the best, it’s insensate and blue and cripples the senses 

her decisions
are blue
her reasons
blue
her secrets
obscure  orphans of omniblue
she bends the blue 
blends into the blue
her holy business
is true blueness

“i’m an artist, not an intellectual” the crook of her smile insanely blue
she paints the world with her eyelashes, blink by blink
she hides little blue murders in black and white photographs
when she’s lost, her footprints turn into blurry brush strokes
this landscape is blue by her command

she goes down with the sun, keeps it under her pillow
little blue afterthoughts can’t escape the shadow puddle of her bed
and when the moon is the only thing in the sky
she is the long blue shadow of a blackbird

if she disappears, it is for good 
but not forever
and if the damage is done, then she is done
but not completely 
a fire will rise and remember, reclaim and recover
and she will return, when everything is yellow

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26 thoughts on “blue”

  1. “. . . she paints the world with her eyelashes, blink by blink
    she hides little blue murders in black and white photographs . . . ” Love! such strong images for the queen of blues! I’ll bet that when yellow arrives, she is half green–a little envy, but mostly health for the planet. (Thank you for your comment on my poem.)

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  2. Amazing write. So glad you posted here at dVerse. I most especially like the 5th stanza. She IS the blue!
    Great illustration … the flower she’s holding reminds me of a Blue Ribbon – first place at the county fair!?!

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    1. ” the flower she’s holding reminds me of a Blue Ribbon – first place at the county fair!?!”

      you know, i hadn’t looked at it that way, but how i can see it too. you have a very keen eye. so glad you enjoyed this

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  3. I think I’ve met her. Has she ever been to Denver? How about San Antonio? I think she was at a party with Dave Van Ronk. Blue Cheer was the house band. She was wearing a BB King tee shirt that said Every Day I Have The Blues. Yes, it’s all coming back to me now.

    The repetition works well here, Philip, and paints (in shades of blue, naturally) a fantastic portrait. The twist at the end is apt and perfect.

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      1. I do, too. The holidays are hard for her and she says the writing just isn’t coming right now. It just isn’t the same without her, not only for her brilliant writing, but for her brilliant comments as well.

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  4. Seriously great. Another crack of your blue blue bat crushing blue balls (wait! no!) into the bleachers. Would need to quote most of it, and wouldn’t be able to capture it. Then the brilliant last two lines, where we re-enter the poem again in the raiment of yellow…

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  5. Wow!! Wow wow wow. I love the images in this! And the more blue you pile on the more intriguing it becomes and the more womderful the world you create. Have you counted how many times you used the word blue? Amazing concept.

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  6. I love the format and shape of this poem, Phillip, and after black, blue is a favourite colour of mine. I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘her mermaids swim with sharks, her city bewildered with dogs
    she keeps angels on kite strings, they guard her temple of bluedom’;
    the phrase: ‘her secrets obscure orphans of omniblue’; and the wordplay and internal rhyme in:
    ‘she bends the blue
    blends into the blue
    her holy business
    is true blueness’.
    I also really like ‘little blue afterthoughts can’t escape the shadow puddle of her bed’.

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  7. This is just wonderful, Phillip! Absolutely love it, it has your signature punk energy. And it’s so filmic, the character you describe. Love these lines especially:

    “her kung-fu is the best, it’s insensate and blue and cripples the senses”

    “her secrets
    obscure orphans of omniblue”

    “she hides little blue murders in black and white photographs”

    “if she disappears, it is for good
    but not forever”

    🙂

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  8. A late color to the human eye, blue, stepping out of the black and green of the sea a-dripping salsa and seagrass. The queen of the aesthetic, pregnant with remote sexuality (never fuck a muse), whose “only business / is true blueness.” She steps where anima and succubus tread, sighs and fangs both ways with cyanotic glee. You write well of her, congrats and beware. Minor seventh chords can drown.

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  9. So love this piece…All the blue references carry me to one of my favorite music genres, blues.
    “she paints the world with her eyelashes, blink by blink
    she hides little blue murders in black and white photographs
    when she’s lost, her footprints turn into blurry brush strokes
    this landscape is blue by her command”…..Just a bit of this entire poem that pulls me in.

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