blue copyright ziggy zagmyer
her heartbeat
lucid eyes
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
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

posted for:

shay’s word garden word list

earthweal open link

dverse open link

sikka enigma (repost from my old blog)(3rd draft)

when i walk on two legs
i feel nothing
intruder blindfolded
fool of the world  
if i crawl like an ancestor
chest to the ground
feel the earthbeat, make it my own
mother’s love flows in this valley
swimming in shadows
white sapling and raspberry cover
thirsty for her, i must find her
wander the blackjack
follow rockweed paths, follow the clover  
tree moss and columbine
into the cold river
i drink
and she fills me
sunset explodes the sky
white water catches fire
i see it
feel it
but i traded my language for the soul of a wakan
so i can’t speak it
but for the hair of my neck
and growing glow of my eyes
mist chasing rain
stars on frozen snow
bluespruce and sage
the way the redtail lands on a tree limb
and folds his wings
song of the summer reeds  
and the taste of the river
to walk on two legs
is to die
i will never
i will never

posted for earthweal “dreaming in green”

a butt-ugly rock dove sings a swansong

neighbor dave rakes his lawn from left to right, he combs the taller grasses over the thinner spots, grows his roses in military rows, parades them for his jealous neighbors 

he is a sculptor of blue juniper, his hedges clean and straight, he is a strict disciplinarian, his marigolds don’t cavort with dandelions 

he screams at the disobedient daffodils (if you won’t take the shape i make, then your just another weed!) he will not swoon a false swan 

me and the rock doves and ugly bugs perch on the crooked limb of a crooked tree, we watch him attack the earth with holy avenger garden tools, he alone decides what dies 

and what lives, and we, citizens of the vacant lot, the unpruned and unplucked, unloved by god, build from scratch with mud and luck, now we tremble when he stares at us   

we of the crooked tree can’t help but wonder, which way will he point his greenish thumb, up
or down?

posted for earthweal weekly challenge