My favourite colour is blue; but black is a close second...
Blue
There's a myriad of blues
The blue of the sky
The blue of the sea
The blue of the mountains
The blue of the blood in my veins
The blue of the dusk and the dawn
The blue in your eyes when you're here
Blue on the edge of black
Barely blue but blue nonetheless
Black and blue like bruises
Of a sad and battered soul
Blue like the music of blues
Bittersweet and darkling blue
Like thoughts of you
That gradually fade to black
My deceased Tom would never wear his blue shirts. He had some in the closet, and I 'd ask him to wear them, well - he just ignored me. I finally got him to wear blue jeans after a struggle.
Regis, you are Blessed ! This poem is filled with truths and written with such creativity....beautifully written ! I really enjoyed reading Blue, as I do all of your work ! May Abba Father continue
Bless and strengthen you each day ! Be encouraged Regis! Thank you
for your encouraging words!
Love the intensity of this poem, Regis. For me, the message is much deeper towards the end, and that's where your words resonate with that sense of longing and/or sadness I often see in your work. Great writing. Love and hugs,
Sheila
Cher Regis,Je vois que vous aimez le bleu et peut etre les cheveux blonds. Anyway I like these:
Bittersweet and darkling blue
Like thoughts of you
That gradually fade to black
C'est un beau jeu de mots et de pensee
Love Emile
There is a growing intensity in this poem. In a way, I agree with Lena's vision, but I also like it the way it is. My favorite part is when you move from a visual emotion ("barely blue but"...) to a completely emotional interpretation of the color ("like bruises of a sad and battered soul").
The poem is beautiful and emotionally moving. It flows like the gentle stream... I enjoyed it a great deal.
I would change only one thing in the poem... I would get rid of the first four lines of the poem. While those four lines are about the color blue they don't quite seem to fit with the poem and its flow. Getting rid of them makes the poem more affective, makes it stronger even. Try reading the poem with those first four lines and then try reading it without the first four lines and you will see the difference. Hope this helps.
Isn't all too often the truth Reg? The few times I flew over the Rocky mountains I could see exactly where they got "for purple mountians majesty..." from. They are so pretty from 33,000 feet in the air. This is a very good poem with a realistic ending. Thank you for sharing Reg.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie.
Regie, you could possibly write for the Bluesfest a few tunes?
Certainly bundles up this colour in a nice poetic inspiration,
still I wonder, why you love blue so much? Bless ya! Jasmin Horst
I hate being blue–so I sing the blues–it cheers me up. You have really covered blue beautifully with this monochromatic theme. It is interesting that beautiful blue water sky and somehow be turned into a melancholy feeling. But human emotion is so complex we end up using colors to describe it.
'Black and blue like bruises of a sad and battered soul'...'Bittersweet and darkling blue like thoughts of you'------ VERY BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS SENTENCES!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
I'll take that as a positive thought as you fade off to a blissful night's rest after taking off your blue suede shoes and slipping beneath your blue velvet sheets. Patrick
Regis,looks like you have captured Blue in all its phases
important to you. Perhaps from now on, we should call you
Little Boy Blue or, alliteratively speaking, Big Boy Blue.
Great write. Me, I'm a Purple kind of guy. -gene.
A wonderful ride through the myriad colors of blue. Soulful. I love the last three lines... so deep and introspective. A wonderful and thought provoking read. Very, very good, Regis. Love and best wishes, Joy
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2011
You captured so many ways to be, and have blue in this poem. Wonderful.
The e-book version of Sam Vaknin's "Malignant Self - Love - Narcissism Revisited". Contains the entire text: essays, frequently asked questions and
appendices regarding pathological narcissism and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Love ya!
Jane
Bless and strengthen you each day ! Be encouraged Regis! Thank you
for your encouraging words!
Blessings,
Margaret
Kim
(V)
Sheila
Bittersweet and darkling blue
Like thoughts of you
That gradually fade to black
C'est un beau jeu de mots et de pensee
Love Emile
Axilea
I would change only one thing in the poem... I would get rid of the first four lines of the poem. While those four lines are about the color blue they don't quite seem to fit with the poem and its flow. Getting rid of them makes the poem more affective, makes it stronger even. Try reading the poem with those first four lines and then try reading it without the first four lines and you will see the difference. Hope this helps.
Wonderful write. Blue is an odd color. It can make you happy, yet so sad. Peace and love.
Mary
Nicely done as always. Blue is my favorite color too.
All the best
Micki
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie.
http://www.janetcaldwell.com/
Anna
Blessings,
Christine
Daniel
Certainly bundles up this colour in a nice poetic inspiration,
still I wonder, why you love blue so much? Bless ya! Jasmin Horst
Ron
Nicely done, Reg.
Peace, Love and light,
Amber
Lady Vivian
Take care,
Sherry
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIEND
Tony
I love the color also, all different shades of blue.
Blessings,
Christine
God Bless You,
Deborah
Cheers,
Dan
That gradually fade to black
I'll take that as a positive thought as you fade off to a blissful night's rest after taking off your blue suede shoes and slipping beneath your blue velvet sheets. Patrick
fee
important to you. Perhaps from now on, we should call you
Little Boy Blue or, alliteratively speaking, Big Boy Blue.
Great write. Me, I'm a Purple kind of guy. -gene.
But somehow- the best blue is in the eyes.
Fine poem as always.
John
Chip Bergeron