Lie there,
Lips so blue.
How many times must I see you before I understand?
Sixteen and still counting...
Your skin tinged blue like clear skies
And peaceful.
Your eyes shine blue like ice
And still as sharp.
A blue shimmer makes your flesh seem to tingle in the cold light of day.
Blue means you're gone.
Blue means I've lost you...
A contest entry
- Color Me Quickly - 24 hour contest by Heart Sutra.
405 points, ended March 13, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow - I would never have associated the colour blue with death. it makes the poem so much more powerful because it isn't the norm.
well done.
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This is sad. When I think of blue I think of the sea but in this poem you are thinking of death....and that is what makes color so interesting because it lends itself to different memories and feelings for all of us.
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Have you read Purple? (Also one of mine.) Red is not so good, but I like Purple.
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