The Bluest of Blue
They say you are blue when you are depressed;
what sort of blue is a depressed blue?
I’ve played so many bluesy Blues
yet, they only make me happy;
I call them bright blues.
Blues of rainbow hues
swirling, curling, twirling in my head;
it’s my favorite color so,
how can I be depressed when I am blue?
Instead I find that my blue is fantasy neon
with shades of creature blue hues.
Blue unicorns fed my imagination as a child;
a pre-teen carnival of blues ran the gamut
of tear-to-elation, sapphire dreams.
Often I would build my bluest schemes
of turquoise and ultramarine.
I found that as an adult, I can’t go wrong with
royal blue velvet; such smoothly soft, ooze blue.
In my downtime, I like to vacation in the
blue tranquility, of an aqua blue sea and
that’s where I find my perfect, harmonic blue bliss.
No, I do not believe that depression is...blue, it is undoubtedly, gray.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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