Carrie Richards Poet Tanka

Blue

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                                        grave sapphire eyes
                                        sting with tears, and she shivers

                                        her cold hands turn blue 

                                        donning his Navy pea coat 
                                        her blue mood lifts with the fog





For Francine's Contest "Blue" by Carrie Richards

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Tara Jennings February 22, 2011 at 6:43 AM Oh my. This made me cry. I felt the fog swirling and the grey blue emotions of sorrow and longing. Very talented

Laurie Ginn February 11, 2011 at 11:10 PM Holy cow this gave me the creeps lol. It may be because it's 2am and I can't sleep and the thought of some poor soul stuck in a cold fog crying is for some reason a bit unnerving. Great!

Laurie Ginn February 11, 2011 at 11:10 PM Holy cow this gave me the creeps lol. It may be because it's 2am and I can't sleep and the thought of some poor soul stuck in a cold fog crying is for some reason a bit unnerving. Great!

Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 10, 2011 at 8:53 AM I could actually imagine this scene in my mind, Carrie-- very vivid tanka--wish you the best in the contest -- sure in the winners' list --hugs nikko :)

Robert A. Dufresne February 9, 2011 at 4:54 PM I haven''t seen this contest yet, Carrie but this is as poetic as they come methinks. Well constructed and holds the reader there a spell or ,... in a spell. So be it. I like it lots.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 9, 2011 at 12:42 PM Spectacular write Carrie and much good luck in the contest.. a very visual piece .. feeling every line my friend.. with luv..

Carolyn Devonshire February 9, 2011 at 9:25 AM When someone we love is away, it does make us feel closer to them to put on their shirts/jackets. It's like a part of them lingers there. Wonderful entry for Francine's contest, Carrie, and I wish you success. Love, Carolyn

Harry Horsman February 9, 2011 at 6:29 AM Such a wonderful warm poem on a chilly subject, Andrea says it right below, this a tale woven by a master Weaver, spellbound one is. good luck. Harry

Andrea Dietrich February 8, 2011 at 10:30 PM Ah, a little tale woven into this blue one. Charming, CArrie!

Tahera Mannan February 8, 2011 at 8:35 PM A beautiful picture you have painted of a wife missing her hubby. Love it Carrie.

Robert Pettit February 8, 2011 at 8:07 PM Looks like a good entry for Francine's contest.

Barbara Gorelick February 8, 2011 at 8:03 PM Sweet..blue used in several ways..BG