Blue Hole

One day when I was feeling down and out,
I took a walk along a country road,
then veered off from my usual dull route.
I headed to the left, so then I strolled
a mile or so. What beauty captured me!
Wild flowers bloomed. I picked those with blue hues,
and on a hill, I saw a willow tree.
My spirit lifted, for I’d lost the blues!
I sat beneath the willow in its shade
and saw beside me a gigantic hole.
I had no inkling what or who had made
the gaping hole on that unlikely knoll.
As a symbolic gesture, I then threw
my flowers in the hole and named it blue!

May 28, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Blue Hole Poetry Contest
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Watt Avatar
June 7, 2021 at 11:00 AM
Reading your sonnets always picks my spirits up, Andrea. I like how you used the flowers and the hole as a symbolic gesture for losing your blues.
Dutta Avatar
June 3, 2021 at 9:44 PM
Good approach. All the Best. I couldn't think for anything but has narrated Real Blue Hole. Love.
Rv Avatar
May 31, 2021 at 8:24 AM
oh I am in love with this.
Rv Avatar
May 31, 2021 at 8:26 AM
simply brilliant.!!
Proxenos Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 11:30 PM
I am reading, more and more of your poetry and have come to respect your utter talent in writing Andrea. All of us write poetry but you create and use then use your poetic charm and passion to make it a gem. You are a born poetess. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Jennifer.
Delaney Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 12:07 PM
I love blue flowers and your stroll sounds peaceful. I looked at this Subject and went blank LOL SuZ
Dietrich Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 1:14 PM
me too. I just started writing and this story kind of unfolded itself. I saw online that Blue Hole is some phenomenon I know not enough about to write intelligently of it.
Inman Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 9:38 AM
Reminds me of my childhood when I walked down the dirt roads I lived on and through woods.
Pandit Avatar
May 28, 2021 at 12:39 PM
Nothing better than a stroll down the country road. Much beauty in your write, Andrea---the blue hole, a bonus!
Cunningham Avatar
May 28, 2021 at 11:13 AM
Lovely story in your sonnet Andrea. Tom
Theraven Avatar
May 28, 2021 at 11:07 AM
Andrea, Enjoyed this veer down nature's road to a wild knoll. One from salad days in swiss cheese stroll. Even better when it's blue. -Richard
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