Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high, It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
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Blue is rippling waves
Splashing onto the shores of a beach Blue is the big moon Taking over a majority of the atmosphere at night Blue is Grandma Helen's dress With sparkling flakes of magenta bouncing rapidly as she dances with Jesus. Blue is the law enforcement That protects this nation so strongly and courageously Blue is the sky That God holds so close to his presence. Blue is the color of propane flames Burning down whatever may get into it's way. There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color It’s as much an emotion As it is a hue Blue is the tender soul Of sky, flower and ocean And the blessing and bane Of me and you Dye of desperation Paint of despair Wistful wash of wisdom And the pale shade of prayer A name for a pet A descriptor of sea Four letter word…Tho’ The best one that could be It is substance, it has meaning Is nothing, yet so many things… All the while, tis just a color Only a color, …yet a color with wings |
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