Blue

Blue,
The sky
Reflected
By the ocean.
Blue lips of the drowned.
Bodies trapped, never found.
Blue songs sang to mourn the dead.
Souls in sorrow coping, hoping.
Blue water spout casting people out.
Empty graves with flowers the hue of blue.

Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Rabary-Andriamanday Avatar
October 22, 2012 at 8:58 PM
The double sided blue. It's my favorite color... Love Hanitra
K. Avatar
February 5, 2012 at 12:29 AM
This is such a sad yet very moving poem....brings so much meaning on what this color can bring-- I think this is about the recent tragedy with the cruise ship but reading this just made me also remember Japan's March 11 earthquake, I can hardly believe that it was almost a year ago...hugs to you :)
Dietrich Avatar
February 2, 2012 at 11:16 PM
wow, I guess I had thought I'd read it here already, but maybe I read this at PFT. Connie, this is one awesome etheree you composed. I love it and I'm glad you loved my HOT poem. Luv, Andrea
Wesley Avatar
January 25, 2012 at 8:11 PM
Beautiful blue captured with air and light in your lovely poem. I also recognize your feelings about the disaster in the Mediterranean that shocked the world . A thoughtful verse that covers a lot of territory. :)
Onclaud Avatar
January 24, 2012 at 1:58 AM
very multi-faceted, connoe.. i like the many images and hues of blue here... so lovely!.:) huggs!
Amadore Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 7:35 AM
...All things blue...a lovely color, a sad color, a color as pervasive as the water and air that swathe our "blue" planet...a clean and calming poem, well presented and much appreciated.
Williams Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 2:55 AM
Hi Connie, this is a great Etheree, is this about the cruise ship in Italy? soup mail..David
Marcum Wong Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 3:04 AM
Yes, I was thinking about all the bodies they haven't found and what a tragedy it is.
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