Philippa Lane (March 7th,1941 / Chichester, West Sussex, England)
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Blue
Blue floats and hovers
it never comes to rest
its scent is distant bonfires
its touch moth-breath
Blue is man-child
with spiritual eyes
a stranger in a room
who isn't one
soft down on upper lip
felt without touch
it is dreaming at night
of what is not and cannot be
it is gauze-vision
half-reality
it is a shaky signature
on a typewritten page
seen through mist
Blue is pain that is borne alone
it is quena music
bone-notes quavering over absent flesh
in death worship
yawns are for want of blue
and partially for having it
Blue is pigeons
and siamese cats
and snow shadows
it is for ever
stretching
it is ten billion spindles
weaving blue fabric endlessly
it is the certain
uncertainty
(Nov.2004)
(Senneville, Québec)
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this poem is beautiful... your idea of blue is just perfect... keep writing, thanks
Athena
*** words will change the world ***
Your bluescape is both eloquent and profound. Exceptional write.
Wam regards,
Sandra
Dear Philippa,
I feel this is a fine poem. It's strongly evocative, it doesn't lecture to the reader, rather gives the reader direct perceptions and associations. My intellect doesn't 'grasp' all of the images (I love the 'pigeons...' section, that I DO grasp clearly) , but I feel there's real intelligence and language that's quite wonderful.
How you have captured a color so grand! The imagery was that of high grander.
Patricia Gale
This is absolutely enchanting, Blue is my favorite color so I couldn't resist.
Lovely write
Joyce
Phillipa-I'm afraid to read any more of your work. You have nailed Blue. Phillip
Philippa, this is lovely and very clever. I would like to try and write a poem like this as an excersise. It would be interesting, don't you think to see what someone else associates with the colour. Thankyou for sharing this.
Your friend
SG