Blooms boiling over the trellis,
blue, purple, ultra-violet
Appear in dew of new sun
and drown in ink of night,
Drop to a carpet of color, fading
memories of mornings’ glories.
Morning Glories
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Tag Archives: Blue
Sam1-4
Sam1-4 wrote from afar
(I'd never met or heard of him)
in a box of sandals, blue,
A note, quite brief, which simply said,
'Packed with pride by Sam1-4'
(sweet he thought that I should care),
And, mused I, that Sam must be
a kind and gentle working man,
perhaps a sort I'd like to meet,
Though almost certainly he speaks
a tongue quite strange, unknown to me,
like bird song mixed with clicks and halts.
In my mind I greeted him,
"Hello, dear Sam1-4, good soul!
How pleased I was to get your note."
And he replied, "My dear new friend!
How fine it is to hear from you!
You are the first one to reply."
And so we garrulously spoke
on many topics, low and high,
women, books and moons above,
Until the man from Porlock knocked,
(the interruptor famed of old)
who broke apart my reverie.
I know that Sam1-4 and I,
shall speak no more, and I shall miss
conversing with this distant friend,
Who, if were found, could only speak
with smiles and tears and waving hands,
as he outside my head would be.
Cobalt Blue
As he walked,
he thought of cobalt blue,
And the many acquaintences
who knew it by name
And admired or even
loved it.
He thought about their isolation
in this affection,
Their membership in a group
that never meets,
Diffuse and unknown
even to their own selves,
Secretly united only by
joy of observation,
Who regale it
in their vases and walls,
In the folds of curtains,
feathers of a forgotten bird,
At dusk the edges
of distant mountains.
Some are illuminati who know
the truth of the hue,
That, absent cobalt blue,
only vacuum would exist,
With occasional photons
or other-ons
Racing from each other
at the speed of light
In the slow entropic-death
of a cobalt-blueless universe.
He realized the planter beneath
the garden wall
Asserts his existence,
that all is here and real,
That he can stop holding his breath
and breathe once again,
That the race is slow,
and oblivion infinitely distant.
— Cobalt blue is both a color and a substance
(cobalt aluminum oxide — CoAl2O4). The
nature of our universe predicates the existence
of cobalt, aluminum, and oxygen.
Red, Blue, Yellow
My friend, the under-employed artist, sold photos to the Sunday edition of the paper. Strictly freelance, not a regular job. “Shoot anything but put three kids in the middle, in red, blue and yellow.” The formula never failed. Every Sunday, $25. It paid the rent.
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