Sky Blue Poems

Sky Blue is Difficult to Paint

no color is as difficult to paint because sky blue is from God’s brush
yet we try to recreate it in faded blue jeans, paints and colored pencils.
We have nearly perfected her when we realize we did not even get close.
I laid in the grass today to watch sky blue wondering how to get her right.

She

I Am Sky Blue

The shade of blankets for baby boys
A little girl's darling play unicorn

The robin's nest with her blue eggs' soft jitters
That water inside a blue hydrangea 

Where the eyes of us looking show
The lover's true color of touching below

Be it forever then
So goes the horizon

The invisible clock making us invisible in day — 
Maybe even the

I Am PINK

As the sun sets in the evening sky,
the pretty blue turns pink.
Oh my,
I am pink for the clouds to drink.
 

The moon must go to bed,
the sun must come out to play.
Marshmallow clouds meet the sun's rays,
I am pink showing off this new day.

To Fly

When I take flight,
will it be by day or night?
Will you see me,
even if I am right in front of thee?
To fly like an angel I would be,
loving you and flying very free.
I would like to fly,
fly into the bright blue sky.
I will be there when you cry,
I will help to dry your tearful eye.
As

What Will You Paint

"Paint with paint or paint with words." By Poet

As a small child I loved to paint,
finger paints brought my plain paper to life.
As a teen my painting moved on,
on to painting by numbers.
In our first house I painted the many walls.

Paints come in many pretty colors,
some very bright like the sunlight.
Paints can come in pretty

Sky Blue Eyes

Is she trying to be sensuous
Or is twirling her hair merely a habit?
Larry stared at the woman in the next booth
Her alabaster complexion would give movie stars jealousy
The twirling continued; and he smiled
She looked like one of his younger sisters
Another beauty who did not know it
Her sky blue eyes looked up and met his, and

is the sky blue

clouds veil the blue sky
we are told it exists
but unless we see
doubt persists

all thoughts cease
silence then speaks to us 
what’s real: silence or thought
bemused again as doubts nonplus

Why Is The Sky Blue? Asked Jimmy

Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy 
Fantastic question!
Why indeed?
Why did The Creator
Whether God or Science or a Scientific God 
Choose blue
Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon?
Is it because the day seems cheerier
The world brighter
The people friendlier
Due to the color overhead?
A Mount Everest of evidence shows
Humans are happier 
Outside 
Under the blue.
So, why

I PAINTED THE SKY BLUE

Never again will I live
To experience sadness
‘cause each time
I remember my contributions
To the oceans of poetry
Across the world
My mind’s eye 
Shows that
I have painted God’s sky blue

Praise

For a sky to be blue what light might praise,  
towards the newly dawning  greys, 
for white cloud,  embers, a sunset bright,  
praise to heaven,  praise to light,

Oh why must a sky keep changing,  
arranged by painted shapes and form,
 just as the seasons too do change
From hot and

sky blue pima

.

                 'twixt the 
            Spruce's sluggish
            draped 'bout hern
        

Opposed To Find Your Rainbows End

A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us

Warm is the sea as the sun is swallowed                 
Pleading vacant

Atago and the Presonus Mens

He often told the story of him
raising tulips for wine.
He bragged about his collection
of stored wines which were
labeled"Nectar to the Gods"
He came into Samothrace to
find friends: people to
support his affords: as he wished
to build a Cob home before
the snows of fall chilled the earth.
He offered lodging and meals for those
who would help him in his

Deep Sea Sky Blue

"Deep Sea Sky Blue" 

the contented life
rises and falls
bedded 

the treasure chest
is touched briefly
inside a shell opens
constricted mind
of heart swallows
the bends, 
it is found
wanting, so 
releases 
the fast, 
changeling
embryo soul, 
le enfant terrible
feeling the rips
like selkie 
walls of skin
cool and warm
currents sucking
dark and light
kicking out
the within, 

a transparent 
circle rises
still life
perpetually 
repeating 
on carnate 
incarnates
unstill

Sky Blue

blue are the skies in
 the light of the sun brightens
clouds of white likes flow

9/3/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

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