To write away sorrow
And missing you
Are more than a pen
Is able to do
To smooth from my mind
Your eyes and your lips
Are tasks far too heavy
For mere fingertips
What, oh what is a girl to do
When all she is can think about
Is blue?
To drain from my longing
The sound of your laugh
Is like pouring the ocean
Into a glass
The spirit is willing
The flesh is weak
I cradle your memory
Against my cheek
What, oh what is a girl to do
When all she is able to be
Is blue?
Moments compile
Like they don’t even care
That history expands
Twixt my ‘here’ and your ‘there’
To dance with a memory
Is bittersweet bliss
But it isn't the same
Without your kiss
Blue, blue, blue,
What, oh what is a girl to do
When all she is able to touch
Is blue?
© Janet Martin
Enjoyed... Fits so many tunes.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Anthony:)
ReplyDelete"To drain from my longing
ReplyDeleteThe sound of your laugh
Is like pouring the ocean
Into a glass"
Loved this image especially in your lovely song. The refrain really works!
very nice! my poem for this prompt has a similar meter and rhyme. i wonder why??
ReplyDeleteThese words read as the lyrics to a song - all you need is the singer! Beautiful evocation of the word "blue".
ReplyDeleteI was struck particularly by the same stanza that Susan has copied in her comment - lovely impossibility suggested there.
Oh how we all become familiar with the color blue.......sigh. You have written Blue well:)
ReplyDeleteYou have written such a moving piece...blue strikes us all and sometimes we can't live outside the color...
ReplyDeleteI don't know the answer. But I enjoyed reading your take on Marian's prompt.
ReplyDelete... 'twixt my ‘here’ and your ‘there’ ~ magical line in a lovely poem. I feel the BLUE!
ReplyDeleteThis was very much like singing the blues. Nothing hurts more than losing in love.
ReplyDeleteVery nice piece of lyrical prose.
To drain from my longing
ReplyDeleteThe sound of your laugh
Is like pouring the ocean
Into a glass
I just LOVE this visual!! Great writing my friend!!
I too like the ocean in a glass stanza, but this one did it for me:
ReplyDeleteMoments compile
Like they don’t even care
That history expands
Twixt my ‘here’ and your ‘there’
This is lovely, feels like a song with chorus. I like the thought of drinking the ocean.
ReplyDeleteBluetiful! I love it...it needs to be a song :D
ReplyDelete"To drain from my longing
The sound of your laugh
Is like pouring the ocean
Into a glass"
Wonderful!!!
Can't wait to read those of yours that I have missed! Life has taken an unexpected turn for a few days:)
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