Blue Trees

Blues stream my cheeks! Ah what an imagery youv painted through few syllables etc! Touching footle! Its good to sometimes let those tears flow. Its part of healing and growth! Pleasure reading you today beautiful soul Sending you light always 🍃

Wonderful rhymes.

I'm raptured in your Blue's, "blues stream my cheeks" especially~ <3

Reading between the lines...stop leaves...why me...changed. Heartfelt!

Dear Paige, this is an exceptionally well-written footle. It feels like autumn is here🌹🕊️

Dear Paige, a brilliantly written footle. May this month bring a good kind of change in everyone's life. Best, Anne

Oh, Paige, I felt the words and what lay between them like an arrow through my best possible cheer. woowee me ... CayCay

An excellent very Paige-like poem. This set is soo perceptive: “ streetlight fills lies” = it amazes me how you see the reverse of what is shown. “Blues stream my cheeks” feels both sad & jazzy. I think footles is a good form for juxtaposition & flipping things upside down. Shine on !✨✨

This spare, fractured poem makes colour do the emotional work. Its clipped two-word lines and slanting sound echoes—“blue snap / mopped map,” “boughs break / away”—create a dislocated, almost wind-tossed movement that beautifully mirrors grief and bewilderment. The repeated blue gathers force as both landscape and feeling, while the final “changed, few / green, blue” leaves the reader in a strikingly altered world: pared back, cold, and intensely felt.

...hoping for a good kind of change as well. Poignant footle. 🌈's & 🍒wishes

such a colorful yet introspective write, paige...feels like autumn 🍂 is here