(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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I love the way you use the color blue and how in the end she will come back with yellow.
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thank you bjorn, so glad you enjoyed this
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“. . . 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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thank you susan. my favorite interpretation of her is that she is the sky, that she IS nature, so yes, green would be where the blue and the yellow meet. thank again
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WOW!!! This is fantastic, Phillip. Stellar. Too many wonders to quote. I loved reading this!
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thank you sherry, so glad you liked this
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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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” 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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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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yep, that’s her, no one can forget a girt like her. thanks shay so glad you liked this… i think it’s a keeper.
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Definitely!
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hey, how is joy doing? is she getting back online soon? i miss her
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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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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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noooo! not blue balls, anything but that! thank you sir.
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Find this poem most interesting.. love the way you started with the parantheses… it keeps open the question of who she is and why she will turn yellow and what the overlap of colours could mean….
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thank you rajani, yes, i like to keep poems like this rather mysterious, so glad you liked
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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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well i count 21 times, if i include the title… 21 shades of blue! so glad you enjoyed this
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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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thank you kim, and blue is my favorite color too.
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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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thank you sunra, so glad you liked this
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You’re most welcome!
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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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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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This is simply stunning. My favorite line:
“she paints the world with her eyelashes, blink by blink”
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wow. very interesting layout of a poem and train of thought… enjoyed the blue embers at the end. Brava!
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