"bluing" poems
you are may
i am december
kisses exchanged
during the bluing hour
child like
staring at you
in wonder and amazement
frosting night
falling snow
flakes in your auburn hair
i walk you home
in the cold frigid air
holding your hand
dreaming of you
you are rare
a beacon
a lighthouse
in a storm
in my daydreams
you are the pixie, the fairy inspiring me
at night
you are the siren, i surrender to
a trifecta of youth, beauty, personality
you are refreshingly young
spring in my wintered life
preternaturally beautiful
perfection come to life
your femininity bewitching
your youth intoxicating
your mannerism seducing
i would do anything for you
oozing sensuality
innocences
of a woman on the cusp
you hunger for sophistication
to be worldly-wise
seeking passage guidance
from an experienced traveller
the trade, the deal, is timeless
refined by evolution
i am humbled
to have been chosen
the ultimate champion
of your ****** selection
in turn, you are my trophy
the spoils
of a never ending war
i know our time is short
the span of a bloom
a season at most
i know the outcome
seen the devastation
the problem is
we think we have time
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
Ocean
bluing beneath
my hands brushing over
warm Caribbean bathing salts
at dusk.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
You know the way I took it,
At the break of dawn
You know how I slid from your window sill,
Like the gold flakes from my fingernails,
Fandango in the bluing sky
You knew when you awoke,
Rubbing cobwebs from your cracks
When you looked to see it gone,
The gun into your mind
Surely someone clever as you,
Would never let it sit
For a replayed taboo like me,
To steal it as you slept
Your periscope eyes have found me,
Hurdling from the howling woods,
Deep with festers
From your pets
You, you scrawny herbivore
While I eat carnage
Tangy and red
You, it seems, possess some bravery
When you shot those mind bullets
Pushing through my back
But you missed, my dear
You missed
Or was it just your intent
To slash
And torment
Instead?
But you missed, my dear
You missed
--Lily
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
cliff-dwelling swallows in the dryer vent
are a connection that we have to face
between free nature and the harsh rat race
at intersection of domestic content
where meaning action symbol and intent
all come together in a single place
as bird and woman each concede a space
and neither knows just what the other meant
the niche that out of nature has been set
for me to watch as swallows make their home
is given proper purpose by the flight
of urgent swallows leaving as the wet
signals of springtime depart from the dome
of bluing sky and cheer me by the sight
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
Sorry your flowers are late
I purchased them each one and the color was representing the many individual friends a delightful blue
Iris was no other than S.P. when dark shadows gather as they sometimes do she is the bluing of
Beautiful contrast this rich blue spreads from point of origin to the eye engulfing all visible ranges a
Small but great blue lifts the very shadows up until the sun vanquishes them by golden light then the red
Hues embolden of richness many times it is spent but never squandered and its riches never diminish or
Disappear in friendships ever rewarding garment he endures R.P. Violet this friend this light was
Adorned in grave clothes to join her loved ones of all generations but her influence warmth and the
Kindness that cannot die lingers it wafts across fields it passes through airy open window you smile
Unknowingly because she is by your side and not ever more so than your birthday precious one her
Initials are N.V. yellow so rich it blushes the wind this shear fabric so light it waves as pure silk you were
Given this gift early in life its folds hold so much treasured moments grasses trees houses playful side
Walks a stream of memories that bind you in the same vase others have beheld your combined beauty
Of thought and action I.M… The green of a soldier is enjoined by the mist it drifts it has patterns truth
And faith walks within this creature that has stature her face calls the night bugler all is dispensed
Within her voice is the kindest authority to all duty is understood in its deepest meaning G.H.E. then we
Come to multicolored piece of finest art true this grandness walks by your side and more so in your
Heart vestures sown with silver in glowing gold if an ever the hair turn to silver the cold black of youth
Will tower into all sunsets and grand children will always bring rays of joy and laughter happy belated
birthday Roberta
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
early bluing
of an autumn sky
nip and chill
of a countryside
as seasons turn
things remembered
nostalgic
for a summer
lost in time
basking in the glow
of a fire
and the warmth
of a lover
snuggled deep
in each other
finding love
and shelter
between heartbeats
and whispers
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
The water slowly crept in
Bleeding nose while
The low lept to a fin
Drowning lungs pile
The thoughts of sin
Have another drinking binge
As my mind tires
and your lungs singe
with the blitherd feeling
of drowning, sinking
in loose hinges of tongue, mouth
and coldly bluing water
What of you're father
will he stop you at the alter
drowning you in tethered ropes
beaten and battered hopes
hither-ed by the sinking
and slithering to Mariana trench
Hades is looking for you
someone to tie to his bench
with a wedding ring
someone who can sing
You ******* *****
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
I knew when the bells were silenced
that it was finally done, as was I.
The snow fell furiously trying to cover
the ugliness only man can beset upon himself.
The memory of warm lips
brushed against my bluing ones
and I felt myself rise above the frost
but there was no lightness in my spirit.
Carillon splendor had marked the births and deaths
of everyone I had ever known, but no more...
it would die along with me and fall
into the dusty desolation of this place.
The sons of Adam had honed their weapons well ,
smashed the fruits of labors of all who had come before.
They had stolen the sweetest of sounds in a greedy grab for glory
and tossed it into the vacant winds of history.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
night falls, winter is here, a cold wind blows, around me like a dervish, through me, enveloping me, stinging my eyes, drying out my soul
what is left but for me to die, to lay down, close my eyes, have one last dream before the end, the blackness swallowing me, the candle flickers, then dies, like my life, releasing my soul into the bluing sky
no regrets, just faded memories, of halcyon days, when i would look forward to spring, my eyes resting upon women, dancing, and laughing carefree
those days are far gone, my body aches, my mind tires, i am ready for the end, as beautiful as life was, the sweetness of honey on my tongue
the book has been read, the cover has been closed, I place it on the table, and close my eyes
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
I lost my confession
But why u repent?
I shot at the sky
Did sin see me salvaged?
I cradled insanity falling upward
Got the tune with me?
I mocked the thorn, faded
Yearning, bluing, prattling
I hummed the silent lyrics, nested
Could dandelions dare astray?
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC
It takes the sky to make me feel small anymore,
Ridicule from orange light
To make the ghost town fill the bluing coast.
Single silhouette, the wailing breath,
A trailer park becoming fast and
Coming near the closure of her home.
Drinking quickly stars,
The eating face of face-consumers
Touch the late-night masters, late at night-time shoppers:
Impartial is impervious, but he is much the more impious
After years blaspheming from rejections.
The magic circles spell out years
Of demons that have failed to come--
Have failed to wake the hands
And slap the machine like deviant memory can.
Hand into the cup into the hand:
Same business.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Darker and darker did the sun shade the bluing sky,
until all that illuminated its hue was the ancient light
of stars long dead. An ancient Navy of the perpetually
fleeting starry Armada.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
Had made some choices,
Were lessons,
Taught me of vices..
Holding faith and fears,
Wiping tears..
Moving ahead,
writing a tale unsaid..
Wont look back,
wont rely on track,
i have my back..
Will do the doing,
No time for undoing,
Thinking or bluing..
Will take a decision,
Then will move to next,
Wont review the ex,
Since time dont check,
U keeping up,
It just pass...
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
Bluing takes on blue--bluer
elimination rounds of sloshing sublimity.
A heart mouthing its breaker...as
Hokusai's immortal upheaval, the shape
of cataclysmic implication at the peak of
its powers...lent to shapeless actuation.
You may be counted among those
drown by a neutrally charged force
of nature.
Peace be on the heart that could not
help but take it personal...peace be on it.
Konstantinos Mark
*The first of a series of poems.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
An all-seeing eye of cosmos opened
within me having an epistemic sense of
power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped
wet window. 'Twasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing.
The blues of the stars
were trickling
out of their core. Over
your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations
about itself, suffering words
struck the silence between us. I could not
comprehend their sense- their meaning
sank in the sadness of the rain.
The blues were absorbed by this rising dreariness.
I couldn't see you. Nor could I
achieve the tranquility of mind. However,
I might presume that God might see this.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Like in a scene from a film,
where the camera pulls back,
we see a head resting in the mud,
glassy grey eyes stare out
as if searching beyond the trees.
Grey hair crusted with muck.
Soil specked lips, bluing and sluggish,
parted from the final inhale
exhale process which has
failed like a broken clock.
Stopped heart like a rock.
Skin, liver spotted and birth marked,
cold and graying like silver birch bark,
A brown overcoat covers arms
splayed like branches, caught
and underneath a vague sheet
of russet leaves which have
since fallen in the breeze.
Insects crawling from beneath them
climb to inspect the unfamiliar mound
still to be discovered by a passerby.
And in a house not far away a wife looks at her watch
And she sits in front of the television,
And aware that something isn’t quite right
her stomach clenches up like a fist.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
Light entered newly, continually...touching light
that imaged--I swore I was there, yet there was
elsewhere.
I could isolate no thing and call it mine.
Bluing takes on blue--bluer elimination rounds
of sloshing sublimity...swelling, welling
and sparkling.
A heart mouthing its breaker...as Hokusai's immortal
upheaval, the shape of cataclysmic implication lent
to shapeless actuation (futurity).
You and I could be counted among those drown by
a nuetrally charged force of nature (Love).
Peace be on the heart that could not help but take
it personal...peace be on it.
Dark entered newly, continually...touching dark
that imaged not--I swore I was there, yet there was
elsewhere...O impossibly personal/impersonal One!
Tears of brine can be tasted...how bitter they are--
the Ocean has shifted the focus of her love.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
White jet stream splits the blue sky
Serenity, I ignore what they say to me
Maybe daying be’s, laying fading beneath swaying trees
Dawning years a tease, burn away the grease
Wipe the grime away, I’m searching for signs today
Pried myself outside the lines, you stayed behind it’s okay
Thought grenade, cicadas and bees serenade,
Peeling back layers, the sour tang of marmalade
Garments handmade, dip my toes in the bluing lake
Vibrations I feel a wake, a dip in the curve
Butterfly stomach I can’t help but squirm
Serenity, I saw a white jet stream split the sky
As I wandered, I wondered why
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Of midnight dreary and starlight’s end
Singing gentle tunes in the lions’ den
Each growl muddled with a lonely saint’s cry
Drinking in the sorrows of sinners who’ve died
I pray to a dead god, an exploding star in the night
The words overflow, thick and bright
Like blood in my veins, like roses in the summer
It reaches out to me with its cold, bluing fingers
A lion roars, they wither, they die
And in seconds, ever wondrous, they breathe life
I see this, I scream, I shout, I cry out
I say, Take me out
Take me out!
Take me out!
Give me the thing I’ve yearned for
The thing that my heart aches for!
The thing that I crave!
S e t t h i s d e n a b l a z e
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
i can hear her cry
when the lights go out
my rock gone soft
on the couch where
she sleeps
there is little peace behind
her eyes bluing dim
but she tells me of
the good dreams
when they come
like buying hotdogs on the
corner of central park
laced fingers with her brother
who died of brain cancer
weeks after surviving the war
she said she never needed photographs
every face and time was vivid inside
but her memories are going like her hair
gray and thin with the same dementia
that took her mother
her body is on autopilot
as her mind drags behind
and god is she coiled
tied in knots with generations
of deep hollow lives
for days she lay awake
on the couch in our living room
staring at the shadows
of picture frames that rise
like graves, everywhere
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC