Blue frosted as a winter berry
your eyes’ light and the freight they carry
heavy as the slamming fall of night
why should only a glance bring such delight?
Blue sail, silhouette of a free blown boat
against a sleeping lion sun that seems to float
caved and hidden where mare's tails cover care
drifting like fire on the clamor of air.
Blue dark as deep and soft as summer sea
pulls at my heart's locket of memory.
Blue song high and sweet no singer can sing;
blue candle against the dead this night will bring.
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Sunday Mini-Challenge: The Blues Stanza
but though I love the blues in all its forms, it didn't want to cooperate, so this is the free verse option of the challenge, to write on the color blue.
Optional Musical Accompaniment
Image: Impression,sunrise, by Claude Monet, 1873
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