Thursday, August 11, 2016

life in blue

midnight blue skies
she was born under
snow blanket the ground
maybe that is why she
always felt so cold

until Spring arrived
powder blue skies with fluffy clouds
chased away depressed feelings
spring cleaning cobwebs
from her heart every year

warm skies of azure blue
welcomed her every summer
lounging on white sands
turquoise waters around ankles
the highlight of every vacation

a crisp navy blue suit
was what caught her attention
their eyes met and she fell
head over heads in love
sweeping away her daily blues

autumn skies of cobalt blue
a sign of what was to come
who knew the time was short?
but she held on like fall leaves
soaking in those blue hues

the sky was ice blue the day
she was laid to eternal rest
tears fell from loved one eyes
but not hers – she was smiling
under heavenly blue skies



14 comments:

  1. A life beneath the changing skies - a lovely poetic notion well realised here... With Best Wishes Scott

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  2. Gayle Walters RoseAugust 11, 2016 at 7:22 PM

    A life told in blues...how beautiful. I like that she was still smiling after being laid to rest...a happy thought at the end.

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  3. This is most breezy and refreshing dish of blue poetry. Just love it!

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  4. A lovely poem of blue. And she was smiling when laid to rest and knew love!

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  5. Oh, there's so much blue ink spilled in this poem. A great piece, Maria. I love that smile. :)

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  6. Such a bittersweet tale.. Indeed the blue can mean so much.

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  7. autumn skies of cobalt blue
    a sign of what was to come
    who knew the time was short?
    but she held on like fall leaves
    soaking in those blue hues

    Beautiful lines here..!!

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  8. love how you bring out blue in each of the seasons...meaning something different in each. Lovely!

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  9. Nice her life in all aspects of Blue...bkm

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  10. A blue for every season of a beautiful life!

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  11. That midnight blue holds so many mysteries, reflections. Such a beautiful bit of blue, Arcadia!

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  12. Good use of the blue here. Well done.

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  13. I went to a wake when I was about eleven, and she lay there all dressed and smiling. I was thinking "It looks like she's about to wake up from a pleasant dream." The thought didn't comfort me at the time. I sat down in a pew and cried.

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