the color blue

In last week’s blog I spoke of walking in new places and seeing new things. I took a walk before uploading that blog, and came home to write what I’m posting this week. 

The sky had captured my attention even more than the neighborhoods. To be exact, I was captivated by the sky’s deep blue on a chilly morning.

And that deep blue reminded me of a love poem I wrote in 1989.

I love blue

Once I saw a sky so blue
it was new to me
deep unfathomable blue.

Once in the Rio de los Frijoles, blue
sparkled with sun-catching facets
bright uncatchable blue.

Once your eyes flashed blue at me.
Long before you saw me, I saw you
unforgettable blue.

I love blue.
Once 	
your eyes flashed blue at me.

writing—

I’m drawn to poetry that tells a story. And I turn to poetry when most deeply moved. That’s why I’m drawn to working on verse novels that demand writing from my depths.

gratitude—

I’ve been in a number writing groups since retiring, but re-visiting this poem reminded me of the generous mentors who also came and went during my working years. Truly, this world can be an open-hearted place.