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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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Date: 6/7/2021 11:00:00 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.
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Date: 6/3/2021 9:44:00 PM
Good approach. All the Best. I couldn't think for anything but has narrated Real Blue Hole. Love.
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Date: 5/31/2021 8:24:00 AM
my gosh, I am in love with this.
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Sneha RV
Date: 5/31/2021 8:26:00 AM
simply brilliant.!!
Date: 5/30/2021 11:30:00 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.
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Date: 5/30/2021 12:07:00 PM
I love blue flowers and your stroll sounds peaceful. I looked at this Subject and went blank LOL SuZ
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 5/30/2021 1:14:00 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.
Date: 5/30/2021 9:38:00 AM
Reminds me of my childhood when I walked down the dirt roads I lived on and through woods.
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Date: 5/28/2021 12:39:00 PM
Nothing better than a stroll down the country road. Much beauty in your write, Andrea---the blue hole, a bonus!
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Date: 5/28/2021 11:13:00 AM
Lovely story in your sonnet Andrea. Tom
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Date: 5/28/2021 11:07:00 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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