Give Me Blue
If it is a blue with no sadness in it:
the blue of the sky above Colima Volcano
with no other clouds in it except one puff
of earth’s hot breath becoming visible
in the cool morning air.
If it is a blue
with no middle ground of safety,
nothing that makes it ordinary.
No hue of boredom
or gray cast of age.
No tint of ever ending––
just pure blue
holding its mood in,
letting you feel however you want to feel.
The blue of glass that reflects the sky.
Iris blue and periwinkle.
Cerulean and cobalt.
If it is a blue with not a smudge of green in it,
or yellow or white or black.
Blue-blue like my sister’s daughter’s eyes
and like the color that a blueberry Popsicle
should be its blue dusted by nature
as though frosted, even in the heat of summer.
Like blue caught in icicles.
The color of a jellyfish
or Noxzema jar.
Bluebottle fly, tenacious,
only its color not annoying.
Blue as a shiver. Blue as blood. Blue as Hawaii.
Not the blue of a heart before forgetting.
Not that blue with a lot of
dullness soaked into it.
But if you have Blue as in Australia.
Blue as in a first place ribbon.
Sky blue,
true blue,
never blue.
Blue that if it’s ever had one gram of sadness in it,
doesn’t show it.
If you have that blue,
and you want to give it to me,
then, sure.
Give me blue.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Beautiful. So picturesque! I had to google Noxzema. 🙂
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I know. I had Vaseline in place of Noxzema and my friend pointed out my flaw. Thank goodness for editorial friends. I read 4 of my NaPoWriMo poems today at a writer’s group at a local cafe and they were well-received. Do you ever do readings? You should. Well, if you want to, that is. Your work is very strong, as you no doubt know.
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Well done for doing that! I doubt I’d have the nerve. I was half considering doing an open-mic poetry night that they have in a Liverpool pub but I keep making excuses. Gutless wonder, that I am!
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Do it. Be as outgoing as your words are! Your audience deserves you.
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WOW! This is beautiful.
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Fantastic poem, Judy. This is one of your best (of which there are many). Forgottenman has done good. Regards. Tracy.
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