#cerulean
Staying is a form of haunting.
I don't know
whether it's the mind or the heart
that refused to let go,
incessant, untouched.
My trail steered towards
their station,
a cerulean sky,
an ekphrastic response
where the jigsaw-interlock
of sand grains mocked
the subtle imperfections
inherent in any life.
So you joined the dance anyway.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
The Cerulean ocean smiles
And so did the siren at my feet
So did the lover near the shore
Their singing-sick voice spoke
"Come to the water"
As he whispered like a tempter
He whispered like a snake
His tail splashed the water
His image flickered for a second
Once, a perfect angel, then a devil
A perfect angel, then a devil
His spell was working
My legs moved before my brain
Like I was in the grasp of love
I was in the grasp of love
I'm a hopeless romantic
My feet touched the water
Almost in the Ocean blue
In the Ocean blue
So close to my...lover?
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
the birds chirp in the distance
the sun glows bright
in the cerulean sky
no clouds in sight
just sunshine
beating down on your skin
sweat trickles down your brow
a slight breeze
sways the grass
around your ankles
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
Cerulean;
How I shall never find myself
So fortunate an opportunity
As to see the clouds part.
But I still hope they do
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 4:21 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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I Envision a World...
I envision a world in which the death penalty
Is never again
Used against woman or man
Except for journalists who write “iconic”
(For them old Socrates’ hemlock tonic)
And poets who write “cerulean”
(And for them the serpents that stung St. Julian)
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 10:47 PM UTC
A wall of rain approaches.
As I watch it travel towards the sea
Does the rain in my soul
Cease to watch its cerulean glow
Against the brewing waters.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
The depths and the hold of the midnight hues of dusk
flowing into the surface of the water.
The sunken truth that lies in that shallow vastness
washes up on the shore, a trail of lingering darkness
found in the waters.
And so help me as I cannot help but become consumed
by the calling waves,
It whispers to me, it feels familiar
like home.
There is only a grim satisfaction that remains on my face
as I sink into the abyssal trap,
surrounded by all the unearthly treasures
I can only hold so much of.
And there it was, in that shallow looking emptiness
the indigo that threatened to take hold.
I was consumed by the sapphire
that corrupted my lungs.
I reach out to the surface
fading from my view
but only shades of cerulean escaped my mouth,
with no hope but only the suffocating feeling
of the deep blues.
-Kore
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
They asked, Why I was lost in my cerulean reveries?
I said, “perhaps reality aches.”
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Last night,
I dreamt that the friend of a friend had died.
His body floated lifeless on the surface of the Pacific,
tossed about between the Bering Sea whitecaps
like an orca’s seal-pup plaything
while the Arctic wind whipped
and beat the freezing cold water
across his pallid face and through his chestnut hair.
Then his body
began to sink,
its silhouette appearing
against various monotone
canvases of blue
on its trip downward:
a vivid cornflower,
a pelagic cerulean,
a chasm of cold cobalt,
a starless twilight,
a forest of indigo,
a velvet curtain of navy.
Finally,
as it reached the deepest possible shade of midnight—
only a quantum away from black—
it stopped sinking.
There, in that void,
where daylight and color are considered but outlandish theories,
strange fish of all and shapes and sizes
began to surround the decomposing corpse:
Greenland sharks hailing from the frozen arctic,
mantis shrimp from the mangrove labyrinths,
eyeless electric eels from undersea caves near the Galápagos,
vampire squid rising cautiously up out of their World War One trenches,
scores of spindly ***** and pale worms that had ventured far beyond
the safe familiarity of their alien geothermal worlds.
At first, they approached the corpse gingerly,
nibbling only the tips of its hair and fingernails,
and then suddenly, voraciously,
they consumed it—until not even a skeleton remained.
Now, only a single point of light was left
there floating in the void.
And from this single point of light,
where just a moment before the corpse had floated,
a brilliant white lattice structure emerged,
unfurling as would a fern across a forest floor.
It fanned out onto the seabed
and then swept upward, upward
back toward those reaches of sea
where color is known
and fresh air gleefully permeates
that foamy outer membrane that skirts the base of the sky.
Scores of familiar fish began to lift up the crystalline structure—
schools of shimmering sardines,
stately, dignified manta rays,
skipjacks, bluefins, and white-tips,
brilliant cuttlefish, humble pufferfish,
shifty barracuda, gargantuan whale sharks,
all of them
beating their tails in concert
to carry this lattice away,
this measure of a life,
this husk of a soul
at last freed from its earthly bindings.
The fish were carrying it somewhere deeper,
somewhere darker,
to a place that I understood—
even from the inky depths
of my dreaming mind—
that I could not enter.
But then again,
I knew that someday
I would.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Love, embrace the healing
Ignore the feelings welling up inside.
The world awaits before your jaded eyes.
Learn the lesson in your reflection
From the aquatic blue.
It’s hard for you not to reminisce how you
Spent your life
Trying to make sure you prevent
Your demise,
Guiding lights will help you realize.
Stare in the big blue yonder
You always wander off inside your mind.
Release the turmoil you hold so dear to you.
Let the cerulean absorb your worries,
Float in tranquility.
The truth you seek is in the twilight.
“I’m afraid to see what waits for me,
I don’t trust myself to believe”
Spend your life
Diving into your escapade.
Ocean night,
Thrive to find what makes you feel alive.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
cerulean. like the crayon, or the Anguillan ocean, or the color of my favorite blue shirt, darker but with flecks of periwinkle too, and kind of a sparkle to them, without trying to be cliche here. 100% the most beautiful eyes i’ve ever seen, and that’s everyone included- it’s not just because i’m in love with him. they brighten when he’s happy, or when i’m happy and he’s looking at me because he knows it takes a lot for me to really truly be happy. and they’re framed by these long blonde lashes that are the sand to the ocean of his eyes and honestly i could go swimming for hours. once when we watched a sunset together the amber rays were reflected so they had a gold tint to them and i really don’t think i’ve ever spent so long explaining the color of someone’s eyes but the only reason i say “red” when people ask me my favorite color is because no one wants to hear me say that my favorite color is his eyes.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Blueberry bluebells
sing, imperceptibly
sighing
against a backdrop of
quiet cerulean.
You know
it is Spring when
their hazy grasses
sprout beautifully
thick in the blades
between the primrose,
and when the sun
infuses shafts
of bronze to the lilac
through the giant
ash's baby
leaves.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC