Blue Poem by Philippa Lane
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)
Exceptional metaphoric play throughout, young lady, indeed a well crafted and polished composition... ~FjR~
Exceptional metaphoric play throughout, young lady, indeed a well crafted and polished composition... ~FjR~
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.
nice poem - the Blue the azure - it is the certain uncertainty lovely thanks
nice poem...I like the way it starts...Blue floats and hovers/it never comes to rest (meaning blue of sky and ocean, which is constantly moving and never at rest) ...
Better than either of the two classic poems selected for this day. KAPOW!
Exceptional metaphoric play throughout, young lady, indeed a well crafted and polished composition... ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:13:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this poem is beautiful... your idea of blue is just perfect... keep writing, thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***