Prussian Blue
Cooler than Arctic ice
Yet, you warm the palette of my life
With your nearly bluebell shades
Layers of sifted sky
Diluted into the tender grey clouds
That slowly dance
Towards tears of rain
How my heart longs to know you
As my life brushes past
Your pure selfless pouring out
Unaware, you resonate clarity;
Enlighten with sobriety
The lilting, vacant canvas
Of my existence
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Categories:
prussian, art, blue, color, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Pirouetting Prussian Flakes
Nestled with the glittering elements,
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms,
drifting like arctic embers,
towards cerulean twilight skies,
beyond frost covered pains,
littered across glacial clouds that linger,
swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of
topaz teal stars,
enveloping my cobalt soul beneath your
cashmere caress—
we
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Categories:
prussian, feelings, hope, love,
Form: Free verse
Prussian Blue
Prussian Blue
Let me tell you a little story,
Of an artist that I once knew.
A proud adopted Yorkshireman,
Who only paints in Prussian Blue.
Landscapes wishy-washy
Water colours from life, but not true.
A pallet of so many colours,
But only uses Prussian Blue.
To some folks he is a Master,
To others genius through and through,
But I never rated him myself,
Because he
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Categories:
prussian, art, character, color, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Prussian Blue
slight decay under the suns
metallic half-lit shoulder.
angular signs and sinews fall in the late
evening.
in every field the wandering stones
sigh and clap their tumbling foreheads
down a little.
lying next to the cleft of a rock ninety
degrees past a bent heaven.
there if
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Categories:
prussian, forgiveness,
Form: Blank verse
Prussian Feet
Prussian feet
in a hurry to run to warmth
Past all badness
Past side tracking
needing the steam crack
a good soaking brings
These blue feet
frozen in fear
from a stepping in ice pools
of beckoning sin
have never been calloused before.
Never touched strife
and bristled scar tissue
Never fell headlong
in a devious freeze
'till now.
But run they do
and run they will
aching from stinging
and paining
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Categories:
prussian, faith, forgiveness, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse