Poetry Thursday–The Colors of Pantoums: Blue

Hello, I’ve returned.

More pantoums!  …Yay.

These are about the color blue, because that’s just how the rainbow works.  I’m not sure how much longer this will keep up, because I haven’t decided if I want to do white, grey, black, and brown in addition to the other colors.  There will at least be one more week for purple.  After that, it’s kind of up in the air…

Regardless, there will be poetry.

Anyhoo, this probably doesn’t need anymore of an introduction.  No one really like introductions anyways–they’re a little too redundant for my taste at least.

 

Blue: Movement One

Touch so much,
But feel only blue.
All that’s left is your soft touch:
Hints of tranquility coming through.

But feel only blue,
That slow, deep color you clutch,
Hints of tranquility coming through
Until there’s nothing left to touch.

That slow, deep color you clutch
Is all you attend to,
Until there’s nothing left to touch.
It consumes you.

Is all you attend to,
This blue crutch?
It consumes you—
But I expected as much.

This color blue crutch—
Stability you use to get through,
But I expected as much
From a color like you.

Stability you use to get through.
A touch too much
From a color like you.
All that’s left is your soft touch.

 
Blue: Movement Two

The ocean never looked this deep
When clouds cover the sky’s blue paint.
Your cheeks are wet from weeping
As raindrops fall into the ocean with a quiet complaint.

When clouds cover the sky’s blue paint
Like it did when I laid down to sleep
As raindrops fall into the ocean with a quiet complaint.
There are no benefits left to reap.

Like it did when I laid down to sleep?
When ocean and sky become acquainted,
There are no benefits left to reap,
Certainly with no constraint.

When ocean and sky become acquainted.
Your cheeks are wet from weeping,
Certainly with no constraint.
The ocean never looked this deep.

 
Blue: Movement Three

The robin egg sky lacks a single cloud.
Countless eyes trace the blue sky,
But answers can’t be found.
There is only water in this drought when people cry.

Countless eyes trace the blue sky.
Hollow hearts echo with cries aloud.
There is only water in this drought when people cry.
Pain and disbelief is a shroud.

Hallow hearts echo with cries aloud.
The water supply has run dry,
Pain and disbelief is a shroud.
Rain falls as the people stand by.

The water supply has run dry.
The robin egg sky lacks a single cloud.
Rain falls as the people stand by,
But answers can’t be found.

 
Blue: Movement Four

The sunny sky looks too cold
As it had when I looked into your sad, knowing eyes.
The morning grows wet, turns old.
This water seems to terrorize.

As it had when I looked into your sad, knowing eyes,
Destiny becomes manifold
This water seems to terrorize,
And the story unfolds.

Destiny becomes manifold
Your eyes drip with rain and surprise,
And the story unfolds.
Don’t let this moment become memorialized.

Your eyes drip with rain and surprise,
The morning grows wet, turns old.
Don’t let this moment become memorialized.
The sunny sky looks too cold.

 

 

Well that was fun.

Thank you for reading!  You’re lovely and I hope you have a nice day, night, or evening.  (Depending on what time it is for you when you see this I guess…)

Eh, okay bye. ❤

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