Blue spreads a soft eiderdown’s
silent landing
its shades cover my diary pages
binds them within the scent of leather
guards private dreams of youth
in faded matching curls of cursive strokes
to tell the story of old

I touch the indigo drops
from this pen onto my aqua-ruled foolscap

in elementary school, a teacher struck my fingertips
condemning their messiness
from a royal-colored pad
the liner posh and plush in moistness
that had begged exploration

I taste blueberry juice
that moments ago, stood conglomerate
in a can, iced over,
‘til the thaw, then turned to liquid anti-freeze
appearance
pouring, I recall the news story of a woman
who murdered her husband
with a martini laced with it anti-freeze
a successful camouflage
until forensics found her out
I shudder, not from the chilled blue sweetness now on my lips
conceding that the hottest and most threatening
flames are blue

on the deck, mid-afternoon, at a certain moment
a skyburst on the tarmac overhead transforms to rainbow
streamed with hues cross-bred to become mauve
deepening, deepening from the chemistry of influence again
sun, shadow and clouds at travail with the climate
to stroke out the powders and pastels
brush in embryonic cobalt
soon matured to purple velvet

Curious, I follow a path of blue

12/03/2003

Author's Note: I still have a record of my comments on this, fortunately, after accidentally deleting this poem from my library. Sorry if it confused anyone.

Posted on 12/03/2003
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