Shades of Blue

For Kelly

With my ragged grief alive,
In Burton blue moonlight,
I fall,
Sullen and wounded
Beneath your weight,
And weep inside silently,
Interested not at all in your soul
     or mine.

A picture forms behind my eyes,
Pulled from tedious rusted mind full of memories.

          Vanilla candles burn
               dripping white rivulets
                    onto cold, mauve veined marble.
          The sky flies by our white gauze curtains
               in gentle shades of blue,
                    And I smile at the memory of you.

Today the sky is gray.
In the stunted sunlight
You are a wild and wonderful beast
Standing beneath the storm
In a pool of lust too strong to curb or deny.

You are a silhouette of power
With shimmering lion's aura,
Encircling black mane
All disheveled,
Male and proud.
Your Martin filled with shades of blue.

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

What a sad emotional piece..........sounds like someone dear lost, gone but the memory is
forever powerful, the strenght of this man who has captured you.............the poem begins
with such sadness but the memory brings happiness and the piece ends with deep feeling and love.
I loved the imagary, the blue shades you mingled in your words.

[Blackbirdsong]

Usually when people write about the color blue then concentrate on the coolness of it, you however bring out the heat and passion instead. I saw the title and was half-expecting to read a sad poem, thankfully I was happily wrong.

"Today the sky is gray.
In the stunted sunlight
You are a wild and wonderful beast
Standing beneath the storm
In a pool of lust too strong to curb or deny.

You are a silhouette of power
With shimmering lion's aura,
Encircling blonde mane
All dishevelled,
Male and proud.
Your Martin filled with shades of blue."

gorgeous

[Adam Greenfield]

I love how your pieces have so much imagery and color and depth to them. It's as if you're placing the reader in a different world where colors actually become alive.

Interested not at all in your soul
or mine.

That's just an amazingly powerful line. Great write. Glad I went digging for this!

[TL Boehm]

Vanilla candles burn
dripping white rivulets
onto cold, mauve veined marble.
The sky flies by our white gauze curtains
in gentle shades of blue,
And I smile at the memory of you.
I could get completely lost, and was so caught up in that stanza right there. Beautiful writing.

[Lydia Shutter]

Emotions like the ones you have penned here carry the reader away....to another place filled with nostalgia and warm romantic feelings for someone in the past. Poignant beauty. Lydia

[Emily B]

I don't think the speaker likes being lost to these over-powering feelings. He doesn't feel her grief, he doesn't care that she feels lost to his strength or that she weeps silently. The worst kind of loneliness is the one where you are part of a couple and he doesn't know you're lost.

This is what I feel from your words--what they mean to me. I love the images. The blue, the gray, the pride of the blonde-maned man. I enjoyed this immensely.

[shel]

1st of all, this is great. The images and emotion in this piece are very strong. The only thing that's distracting me is the timing of what happens before 'Today the sky is gray.' Nearly all of it seems to be referring to one moment, but then "And I smile at the memory of you" suggests that yet another memory might be introduced. I wonder if what is really being said here is that the speaker recognizes this moment as the end of the relationship? I love the Burton blue moonlight, the ragged grief, the lust captured in the line "Interested not at all in your soul or mine". The last 2 stanzas...I'm not sure if I'm reading this correctly, because it could just as easily refer to the speaker's feelings & vantage point seeing him one-on-one, but I'm getting the image of a guy on stage, the pool of lust being the audience, and the Martin...the guitar? It feels as if the speaker shared an intimacy w/him, but is now lost in a sea of adoring fans. I don't know. That's what I felt, at least. I really liked this. Especially the last stanza. :)

[T. L. O'Neal]

Very deep and emotionally filled, the third stanza gives great imagery to the reader. It leaves one with the feeling of love but also one of lost. I really enjoyed reading this. T

[the ghost of pauls]

Wonderful. There is a real depth to the writing which gives it texture. An almost surreal but whole and detailed portrait of a man, or a statue of a man. You have captured an essence and distilled it in language.