Blue
02/03/01
Maybe you never would have guessed but
BLUE is my favorite color.
Really.
All variants of blue but none of the blue/green variety. Ick on teal or cyan.
Today, I’m not feeling *blue* in the sense of depression or glumness.
I suppose I started off the month feeling a little pinkish. Yes.
But today, I just find comfort in blue.
Blue pajamas.
Blue comforter
Blue sheets
Blue pillow
Blue pens.
Blue nail polish.
Poetica Spontaneum 2/03/01
Blue
Blue are not your eyes
But the eyes of a blue dog is our secret.**
My heart is no longer mine
You leave me but you still keep it.
Moving like a shocked sparrow,
Crashing my neglected tea, now tepid
*Remind me to finish this up with a tight couplet would you.
Or maybe I should just sort of leave it like it is, incomplete to leave the reader *wanting* & in the moment of the words.. in emotional turmoil.
Intentionally incomplete — conveying the stunned roll of emotions that follow loss…
Maybe this short little diddy is ok just as is.
And yeah, honestly, you may not believe but I just jotted that down in the last few minutes.
I wish I could write some decent happy & non mopey poems.
But all the decent ones that flow from me with any ease are the ones that recollect a certain rawness in emotion, of loss, of disillusionment, of grief, or of wanting.
I’m really not this melodramatic or melancholy. Really.
Min Jung
** Eyes of A Blue Dog - A short story by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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