Short Blue Gray Poems
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The full moons WHITE light,
Hues, BLUE, GRAY on passing clouds.
Moods also change COLORS.
worried,
stressed,
tired,
unexpected,
tranced,
covered in blue, gray
traveled,
destined,
warmed,
eased,
Love
js
the blue-gray rabbit
steals green and orange veggies
springing up and down
3/1/2019
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
dim blue-gray backdrop
dark etched shapes move or stand still
tree branches extend
bend out like roots in the sky
star-like fireflies flit across
6/1/2021
Tony snails and rusty nails
can be found near giant whales
As for candy stripes on blue-gray dolphins
all those I know went miniature-golfin'
A dark island
Surrounded by sky blue
With strands of stratus spread
Far across its range
On the boundaries of said skysea
Is a ring circling all not white
What a beautiful blue-gray
night make your move
blue-gray tiger stripes and
whiskey yellow eyes
catch the moon
by surprise and
turn it into a
neon white
Cheshire cat smile
then asking
in your casual
baritone voice
Alice do you know
where you are going
my dear
Virgin eyes
Peek from
The blue-gray
Edge of clouds,
That paused
To say - its spring
Winter skies
Close your eyes,
Now, step aside,
Then, take one breath
To say - goodbye
Your fresh eyes
Tell this winter
How to say,
Goodbye to spring
I saw it in the blue gray skies
light flashing incomparable
like twinkles in your eyes
when you smile
and laugh lines still appear
something simple
I wish
would never disappear
or dissipate in the breeze
as we both watch
over the great big sea
the term pigeon hole takes on a whole new meaning
when you come across a round hole in a fence
and a beautiful blue gray pigeon is staring at you through it
this fowl brazenly stares at me through his peep hole
not caring that he is making me feel uncomfortable
My best friend Moved Away
Shelley Sjolseth moved away
My best friend with eyes blue gray
Had a crazy basement house
Sneaked as quiet as a mouse
Shelley played the games I like
Hiked and had a shiny bike
Shelley, Shelley, miss you so
Where in this big world did you go?
When you look
At me, this I know,
I feel like fallen snow
Even though snow falls
In different places, near or far
From these blue-gray clouds in the sky,
Still, I am lying here on this soft ground
Right here, next to you, my sweet love,
Like fallen snow, this I know, without a sound
life painted in gray
dull and plain
like the cloudy sky
that's about to rain
'til I met you, painted it blue
together in happiness and in rue
shared soul in pain
and dance in the rain
but, everything at its peak
is bound to break
so, there you are again
leaving me in pain and gray
Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
Twilight leans low
over the lake,
God’s quiet hand smoothing
the day’s last breath.
Water gathers the sky
like a secret it promises
not to spill~
rose fading into lavender,
lavender into blue-gray hush.
A single ripple
wanders toward shore,
carrying this soft reminder~
even endings can glow.
Sightseeing in nature looks
Whilst' wandering in mountain brooks
Eager would I be taken, to a living cascade show
Where the gushing waters in the soothing music flow
And where my heart would definitely know
A blissful delightful glow
A bark upon the blue-gray sky
When the storms are raging high
Ever in restless motion. So, alas, am I!
Ah, disperse, dissolve, deploy, aqua vitae,
all through the depth of primal forest rise,
turn the shades of green toward blue-gray.
Soften shades of purple shadows, disguise,
and bath the chill of night with damp display.
Ah yes, rise to treetops and tors, comply,
and hide the prey from predators this night,
blanket the woods in opalescent white.
Thunder rolls, a rumbling soft then loud
blue gray clouds hover, huff and puff then turn
slipping passed the peeking sun yellows burn
to darkened indigo purple plummed hues
breezes rushing in and out the trees, bruised,
stirring free in wild windy gusts
until the pause and momentary hush,
sea and oceans winds prevail
away with stormy rolling thunder sails.
She lay upon the chill drying sand
disheveled
lay the brassy gold of her hair
adorned with seaweed
upon her blue gray cheeks
small pink crabs crawl
the ruched red skirt she wore washed
back and forth waist high showing white cotton
chill winds blew drying sand across her open blouse
drying like bits of stardust on her lashes
sand sleepers nest in her open eyes.
The first frost morning
A dormant barren landscape
Season of the blue gray light
This endless winter
cold and proud
Crystal air in harmony of sublime beauty
Beads of ice shimmer
A flower in passionate sorrow
glossy of winter's breath
In November
13.11.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem Of The Day; 14.11.2017
The sun is gone behind the clouds,
Soft shades of misty blue.
Gentle waves lap at the shore,
And through the mist I see you.
You're pullin' in your net again.
You set your sail against the haze.
You disappear behind the mist,
Hidden from my quiet gaze.
Blue-gray clouds engulf the shore.
You never saw my silent wave.
You never knew that I was there.
Your eyes beheld but blue-gray waves.
The land withdrew into white
Black brittle bone limbs and branches
Scrape at a sagging blue gray underbelly of sky
A northern world descends in to itself
Dreams slow to a dead stop
Then everything reverses
As it has as far as can be remembered
Submerged slipping inward close
Below an ice frost skin
My lips trace the curves of your eyelids
In the ground covered in snow.
She lay upon the sand, lowtide-cold, salted-dry, dissheveled.
Tomorrow would have been her twenty first birthday,
unadorned, except for the seaweed in her brassy blonde hair.
Tip-toeing across her blue-gray cheek, a pink crab foraged,
unhindered, it dined on the whites of her eyes.
Only the sea and sand cradled her now.
First Published in Of Sun and Sand 2013
part Of a hurricane Press
Look into my eyes colored hazel brown
And promise me you'll never let me down
Promise me you won't leave me like the rest
Can you love me even when I'm not at my best?
I'll look you in your eyes colored blue gray
And promise that no matter what I'll always stay
I promise you I won't leave like the rest
I won't break your heart and leave an empty chest
I'll love you till my blood runs cold
Just promise me your heart of gold
So soft the blue-gray periwinkle light
soft as a baby’s breath it enters through the sheers
the blue-gray comforter of rain’s delight
periwinkle mirth, periwinkle myrtle
light which laps the shore of night
gently rousing the retired dreamers
rousing with the cheek of infantile day
with the hopes that slumber lost will simply stay
the cheek so rouge and warm displays
of infantile needs is born
the suckling light of
day.