Wildflower Blue

~ Blue ~
~
Blue,
the color of woe,
of tears
that have no place to go.
Blue,
the color of mood,
not joyful but low.
Blue,
the color of hearts
so sad they glimmer
not glow.
Blue,
the color of ocean and sea
endlessly pulled hither
and fro.
Blue,
the color of our moon
maker of tides
relentless though
slow.
Blue,
the color of the depths
below.
Blue,
the color of sky,
the regal dome over earth
so high.
Blue,
the color of space
between.
Blue,
the color of souls
unseen.
~

and another poem, of a flower, an image of which follows.

~ Wildflower Blue ~
~
Wildflower blue
upon the plain
patiently awaiting
the coming rain.
Wildflower blue,
so patient and true,
what has the wind
done to you?
Burst your pods wide
your seeds to set free
wildflower blue
So patient
So true
~

Wildflower Blue

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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