Look for it in the early morning
sky, that first yawn of light stretching
into eternity. Or in the still water
beneath an arched stone bridge where
the secrets of fish whisper amongst
themselves. Blue holds these moments,
carries them effortlessly on a gentle
breeze or sends them rippling outward
on the surface of a pond. Remember
the cyanotypes, delicate flowers captured
in hues so true, they outshine their
living counterparts. The deepest blue
is a conversation between silence
and thought, where a single idea blooms
quietly. Blue is a doorway to
infinity, a shade that wraps itself
around you as you stand beneath
the heavens, pondering your own small
existence. The sky, the water, the pages
of ancient photographs—they all concur,
blue is the hue where memory and
dreams collide, blending into a profound
stillness. You find yourself lost
in it, a forgetful traveler without
a map, marveling at the depth and beauty
of everything you cannot quite reach.
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Great write
Blue my favorite color type of music, true blue an honored value and at times when I feel blue my muse speaks to me. A wonderful poem about color using vivid and spectacular images. Happy New Year to you Gray
Thanks Soren Happy New Year
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