Discolours

I've stained my fingers yellow with tumeric And I see beyond the blue skies All there is is endless blue Until there's no colour at all And that's the fear when I drift That I'll rise up to the blue But go too far Be lost in the endless

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Speaks Volumes

Date: 2/3/2024 11:00:00 AM

I wonder if it is possible to go too far and miss one's destination point completely. I take turmeric every day but never get stained fingers. I take it in capsule form. As always your poem provokes thought dear friend. Keep smiling.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/3/2024 1:15:00 PM

I'd been making a curry and was a bit surprised to see the state of my hand. Don't think you'll have seen from pictures but I have naturally strong white fingernails, so I usually look like I have a french manicure (but without the effort). This day I looked like a chain smoker instead... The drift - it's hard to say when we let our minds wander. Thank you for your comment, appreciated x

Suzette Richards

Date: 2/3/2024 2:55:00 AM

I've come back to this poem a few times to get to grips with it. Yellow tumeric and the colour of the sky, which is not actually blue - only our perception of it ... Maybe I am reading too much into it. A nice poem that engaged my interest, DD

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/3/2024 5:03:00 AM

It was a very quick write as I walked 10 minutes. Entirely sprung from the sub conscious from glancing at my fingers. It may mean more, it may not. That's for sub conscious' to know I suppose :) thank you for your thoughtful comment

Andrew John

Date: 2/3/2024 1:28:00 AM

Ah, we remember how someone went up too far - but he fell to earth, didn't get lost in the endless. It was Icarus, of course. Whether he stained his fingers, we'll never know. Nice piece of verse, Di11y.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/3/2024 5:02:00 AM

Ha he didn't fare too well. I suppose it depends if you are up there with legitimate wings. Thank you for your interesting comment. My limited research suggests he won't have heard of tumeric as it hadn't been introduced to Europe then :)

Eve Roper

Date: 2/2/2024 9:48:00 PM

Interesting deep thought.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/3/2024 4:57:00 AM

Thank you Eve x

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 2/2/2024 2:59:00 PM

A reasonable poem of the afterlife. I liked the philosophical point it makes. Great.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 2/3/2024 4:57:00 AM

Thanks Hilda, it's one of my walking from the car park to the office writes - glad you liked it x