Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
Shades of blue merge to form
a landscape in the mind
with objects merging to reveal
the hidden door I must concede

what came before was azure
framing life in repose
between cyan of my dreams
and azul that claimed my days

this realm of comfort suggested much
with promises made without results
while the screams held a tribute
to the wounds behind closed doors

indigo followed in due time
the stillborn child that still lived
thrashing weakly to be heard
with calls to gods beyond four walls

cards cast to scry the fog
numbers jumbled in search of calm
the planets sought as advisers
these were what the second ray’s outcomes

now another has blossomed
violet calling to its own
demanding space to finally live
pushing boundaries that slip from sight

ambiguity is now the norm
the unconventional defining life
what came before was just a start
as the door beckons forth

these shades of blue in spiral’s path
turning sideways in pursuit
of the outcome I now indulge
seeking life beyond rainbow’s curve.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181112.
The poem “Rainbow’s Curve” was written to the prompt “My world is made of blues. Tell me about blue dreams, blue desserts. Surprise me in positive shades of blue.”
poetryaccident
Written by
poetryaccident  54/M/Pickens SC
(54/M/Pickens SC)   
82
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems