Sounds and Nuances of Blue

Blue washes over me sometimes and will not let me go. Melancholy soon becomes the ROAR of frothing ocean waves, toppling me into navy blue. Frustration too arrives, sometimes in the form of gulls screaming in my mind! That is when I’m sinking sinking sinking into deep dark blue. Other times, however, blue is light - an airy powder and nearly tranquil except for the occasional whoosh of a gentle breeze. I love to hear its aqua lapping lapping lapping softly at my feet while I lie in warm white sand beneath a cloudless expanse of azure sky. Blue is often glad - winging its way through fields and trees singing notes from throats of happiness’ birds or raising heads of periwinkle flowers to beautify spring and summer days. Blue nearly fades away completely in the fall but reappears at times as splendid sapphire sunsets melding into cardinal, amber or rose and utterly silent - like the stars that glisten in the indigo of night. Once in a blue moon I might see on snow a rare glow. It beckons me to venture out into winter’s beauty like a brand new lover enticingly ice blue so many sounds and nuances of blue! but the one I always love giggles like a child I want to slide into a sexy sports car - shining baby blue and glide away Vroom Vroom Vroom 11/2/2013 Entered 1/28/23 For Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest