Bluesy Blue
I love the color blue I can’t say enough about it.
The color of my favorite fruit, blueberries; is simply sublime.
When I play the blues on my guitar
I am never blue but, elated;
the Blues just do that for me.
Blue beckons to me when I’m tired and
lulls me to sleep in its soft, cool pool.
Like the bluest of oceans, lures the winging seagull;
blue waters lure and entrance me with their majesty.
Though my blood is not blue, blue pours through my veins, calming my fevers and raging mind. Tranquility is mine when I meditate in the blue of heavenly light.
When I paint, I can mix a million shades of blue; a blue painting is sheer ecstasy; a place for my spirit to revel.
Why, even my old dog, Blue...loves blue!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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