Written: August 24, 2026, for: Week's Poetry Challenge: The Color Blue
Blue, a zealot turned arrogant,
fervor fading into hauteur,
devotion darkened into disdain.
sapient in its sway,
dulcet as hymns
and still a shade of seashell.
It limns the sky’s scriptorium,
A selfish scroll of sequins
Stippling clouds with crevice cracks.
A symbol for suns that sail away.
desuetude drapes the shore—
The ocean exhorts
a savage screech
a spindle scream
against scree and stone.
Blue epitomizes arrogance.
indulgent in its rejection,
a wicked shade,
funny but sad,
a spirit of saudade.
It speaks in sonic waves, furtive, fecund, effete—
a hallucinative hymn unraveling across the horizon.
flecked with fanfare froth
Blue is the ache of elsewhere,
a pertinacity of longing,
an obvious evil,
yet a harvest of comfort—
an ethereal respite,
a lullaby of light.
And silence, salient, settles—
blue bows its zealot head,
a final hush,
the sky exhales,
a lucid lull remains.
Dusk darker themed—
Eventide, where I drifting, dreamed
Softly sighing, stars arcing gleamed
Moonlight and shade pass over me.
My life and day now pass away
While in the glooming dusk I lay
Time abides till our final day
Then whisks us up and far far away
Into that darkness flecked with light
Seeking our place midst starry night
Silently roams the meteor,
Left to right—
Pray, a gleeful soul taken flight?
Far far above the moonlit blue
Turned the living orb, shining-new
Passed the horizon a glow endue
The Sun, golden, dawning into view.
Barren white
The snowy vale
'Neath the moon tonight
A quiet pale
Flecked with shimmering ice
Dancing in beams of silver light
The cold winds blew
Snow gathered 'round a lonely yew
I watched the winter sun onward rise
A distant grove aglitter dazed my eyes
As the golden morning gave chase to cloud
That lay atop boulder and bush
A white ghostly shroud—
I listened to the snow crush
'Neath each step
As I crept
Thro' snowy silence
Ring aloud
She is the morning dew
Raindrops that mock me
A melancholy of violet.
The glass puddle wavers
Distorted on gravel roads
A mannequin with no face.
She should've been a Son
With eyes of sallow gems
Hair flecked with auburn.
A tomboy with rainbow cardigans
A beatnik with scratched sneakers
A "girl" who cries like a dandy.
Nature plays a cruel game
A stretch of grassy fields
Cannot caress a ghost body.
Float, float to the Sea
Only the fish may kiss
The ankles of corpses.
Rutted twittens, ivy shadowed
flecked with fuchsia blooms
as spring nods gaily
to wake dozy summer
and clattering of feet
on the sparse cobbles
that meander in quaintness
toward sprawling flea markets
where bustle and laughter
of children, echo, larkish
amid the ruddy traders
who grin and joke
behind their wobbly trestles
draped in gingham cloth
that sport a shambles
of vibrant, ancient treasures.
Within dreams conjured, we assume a role,
deeming ourself separate from the rest
but when eye turns inward towards the soul,
the world disappears in our heart’s bliss nest.
Resting as pure being, beyond space-time,
then knowing ego never existed,
all that that then remains is bliss beat’s chime,
not dream characters we had enlisted.
Knowing this truth, we may pause to reflect,
that abiding in silence as the way,
our formless presence, once by bliss mists flecked,
reveals higher truths since we cease to sway.
Shedding off concepts, one step at a time,
as the Self we have no peaks left to climb.
Christmas Day frozen crawl, inch by iced inch,
Santa on dream mood sleigh ride,
reindeers snow flecked wink!
Brushed in days, with most allure
In Summer portraiture
Blazingly shone, if shade-flecked.
Brightsome smiled, if shy-hid!
Therein as their main subject
On that does most reflect
New love, God. For that yet dried is
Was as sweet-lodged amid?
You get weary of the big questions,
the seemingly unanswerable
and the ones you thought
were resolved but resurrect
as doubts out of hard won certainties -
the mind rewinding arguments
to discover a fatal flaw.
And so you look to find a refuge
somewhere in the experiential,
a connection to the hard substance
of things, form fitted out
to house the spectral strands
of a fraying soul and make
thought manifest in the real.
A place of unfolding wonder,
a pebbled stream flecked
with sunlight, tall trees
carrying whispered conversations,
wildflowers bending in a warm
breeze - a place where
there is only what is taken in
and where all else dissolves,
losing the boundary
holding together the very sense
of self - the bright afternoon sun
blazing overhead, the soft, leaf
filtered shadows in prayer,
the Infinite experiencing itself.
we see, we sense, we imbibe
assimilation yet awaits
we need to become the vibe
to walk through heaven’s gates
when save essence of presence
there remains no one here
our aura is flecked with stardust
glimmers of truth then appear
The fox slopes warily into the garden,
a sapphire dawn overlay's and
sheens his form.
He trots across
a snow powdered clearing
head low, electric whiskers
seeking trace and track.
Crystalline eyes
turn toward a window
where I watch between
aquamarine icicles.
A white speckled snout
wrinkles in sudden awareness.
A quick curious stare,
then off he vaults
over a frost jeweled fence,
a bristled tail whisking
diamond flecked snowflakes -
blue diamonds.
sun, ripe citrus fruit
sapphire sky flecked with white clouds~
tarmac road steaming.
The rising sun sets day apart
Night walks with us but not afar
Along the bridge, our gilded heart
The rising sun
Lacustrine swans flecked by Earth's star
Sail on soft waves, awaking art
Pen scuds to greet the morning tsar
Wings spread, light piercing breasts, a dart
Arrows of love breaking the bar
Scenes of tarry night doth depart
The rising sun
Peace
A glorious morning in the bay of Cascais
seven coastal ships on a mirror.
Stilleben
Sunday, the crew are asleep
except for a cook who is up preparing
breakfast
This could be a picture of eternity
but a small motorboat breaks the mirror
leaves a white scar that heals itself
The sky is softly blue, and white clouds are
sun-flecked and in no haste going anywhere
on this day of bliss
resting in quietude we wait
for wisdom that dispels all doubt
uncertain for now seems our fate
nobody hears our soundless shout
present here now in this domain
endowed with senses five and mind
what we took as boon is now bane
unless heart glows, loving and kind
the truths we glimpsed were but a tease
when winds blow, we stand not erect
all we seek is our soul’s release
form fear flecked, in this realm shipwrecked
trapped in the open, free within
we’re enslaved by our heart’s desire
negating soul’s light is our sin
we turn to God, for we now tire
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