Blue is..

Blue is summer in August
so thick the heat is
An army blanket
Suffocating the sky in its ***** wool

Blue were my father’s eyes
With that sizzle that said
“No boundaries
Exist when you are rich
with courage to compete in love and life”

Blue is
A catastrophe
A ****** of words
A cataclysm of sight and sound
When you can’t take back
what was bound to come out
after so many years

Blue is the antiseptic smell
Of hospital corridor
And the horror of arriving
In time to say goodbye

Blue are her eyes
Like a cornflower sky
But puzzled, looking quietly frantic
Begging for answers
to her query of why?

Blue is head down
Mumbling a hymn
Is it a sin
To curse at a god
Without making a sound?

Blue is every lesson in life
That is “good for you”
“Necessary”
And “bound to happen”
Like a fork of lightning
Splitting the hot sky