Perfectly Blue

PAD Challenge Two-for-two Tues; Write a realism poem Write a magical poem

That magical moment

Clear out of the blue

When my heart skips a beat

At the thought of you

Jolt to reality

…bittersweet bliss

The grand realization

Of what no longer is

Tick-tock proof tango

Perfectly blue

One part me

The other part

You~

© Janet Martin

Of True Blue

   

It was too cold to be without mittens but I took a quick clip of March 25, 2014...lest we forget! I can't capture the temps but they are FREEZING! This morning with wind-chill feels like minus 21 but on the bright side, we are looking at above freezing temps for the next full week, after tomorrow. In spite of the cold the evening was a gorgeous gift from God!

And did you feel it too?

That busying of blue

Like sleepy child by mother kissed

Dear dying day could not resist

Heaven-caress of blue on blue

And tell me, did you feel it too?

And did it tug within

To see the paling grin

Of yet, another chapter writ

Ere dusk consumes the breadth of it

Like paper puppets on a string

Pray tell, oh, did it tug within?

Or did it kiss your cheek,

In farewell, hard to speak

Clandestine glimmer of good-bye

Silvering shimmer in the eye

As suave strength of day grew weak

Tell me, oh, did it kiss your cheek?

…and did you feel it too?

Transit of old to new

…of tide astride a bullish breeze

Where twilight binds to centuries

Borrowed breath-beauty of true blue

Ah tell me, did you feel it too?

© Janet Martin

Everlasting Blue

Some questions I am loathe asking

Do you miss me like I miss you?

When we are far too far apart

Is your heart also billow-blue?

Or is it just another day

Of green and gold with bits of gray?

August is filled with cricket song

And you were gone with spring’s last snow

Future comes swiftly but the past

Reclines beyond time’s moment-flow

Where missing you is like a chant

Of blue where twilight shadows slant

The mind can hold a world of thought

Never released in written word

Strange how wind-song can break the lock

Where fondest farewell tears are stored

I trace the void of missing you

In everlasting shades of blue

© Janet Martin

There's something about cricket-song that evokes the blue in me... perhaps because it's the prelude to summer's end.

Summer's Requiem

The acoustics are muted; tinged with musk

Arabesque canticle filling the dusk

Mournful madrigal; a hallowed hymn

This is the hour of summer’s requiem

Soundless, it drips from the edge of the earth

Slipping to vaults of intangible girth

Deeper and deeper its purple-blue shroud

Merges with mantle of midnight’s first cloud

No sheet music forms summer’s drifting dirge

As passionate parting and sorrow converge

Over the meadow and frost-stricken swell

Murmurs a monody; Tender Farewell

Quivering quiet; its swan-song is still

Darkness descends over hollow and hill

Echoes of laughter cajole the dark limb

Tuning the ‘after’ of summer’s requiem  

© Janet Martin

She slipped away early...in a gown befitting the occasion; blue, very deep blue.

The Rush of Blue

Blue Moon...I took this photo tonight. It reminded me of April before the corn was planted)...thanks to some much needed rain at a crucial point the corn is looking okay through this area.

With hungry haste the moments chased

Another day to naught

Across the dell the shadows fell

Like you against my thought

The melody of wind-tossed tree

The rush of blue descending

Beneath the swoon of harvest moon

Lauded the daylight’s ending

The rush of blue in thoughts of you

And echoes clear; unbidden

Collaborate to resonate

In tempests wild and hidden

I cannot quell the raging swell

Of moment-melded power

Nor can I grasp its whispered gasp

As twilight steals the hour

Across the shore storm-waters pour

To dissipate asunder

Across the heart moments impart

A rush of wanton wonder

Beneath my skin somewhere within

A tender tumult urges

In rush of blue as thoughts of you

Across the heart-line surges

J~

Poetic Bloomings invites us to try the triquatrain form.

Moody and Vexed

Twilight descends in layered blue

Quite befitting, I suppose

For it arouses thoughts of you

So far away and yet so close

In remnant wisps and twists perplexed

Tonight the sky is moody; vexed

Time is not tangible to grip

And yet I feel it amplify

That space beyond my fingertips

Broadening twixt you and I

In remnant wisps and twists perplexed

Tonight my heart is moody; vexed

The evening sky is sullen; still

In solemn robes of cobalt hue

It draws you close against my will

And I succumb to missing you

In remnant wisps and twists perplexed

The evening air is moody; vexed

© Janet Martin

The heavy quiet tonight feels like the evening is mourning
the swift passage of summer...
...and life

J~

I Won't Forget You  Jim Reeves

Blue...

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

A Couple of Blues Songs

Housewife Blues

Mama always said that there’d be days like this

Oh, mama always said that there’s be days like this

But ‘dis dog days been so doggone long, I think that’s all there is

Chil’runs got my van and they got my money too

Oh, them chil’run’s got my van and they got my money too

But they brung the van back with an empty tank, what is a mom to do?

Sonny, grab a pail, the roof’s begun to leak

Oh, sonny grab a pail ‘cause the roof’s begun to leak

But we’ll be fine, a little laughter and wine, until sunshine next week

Got me some lovin’ and I got me some singin’ to do

Got me some prayin’ and got me some thankin’ too

The Lord never leaves us, we’re gonna make it through

Blues Song

he flew in on a horse with one bad knee

naw, he rode in on a dragon from the sea

and everyone wondered who this man could be

he stole the heart of every maid in town

no, he stole the will of every girl around

while every man began to hunt him down

his words were brilliant like a halo-wreath

his words were smooth as honey-buttered breath  

but when he smiled he had maggots in his teeth

sally, don’t chase those lies of  azure blue

he’s a’gonna break your spirit if you do

‘cause nothin’s gonna last that’s too good to be true

he flew out of town on the end of a loaded gun

no, he rode out of town on the fist’s of every man’s son

and when they put him down oh, you shoulda’ seen him run

Janet~

NaPoWriMO Prompt: Write a blues song

Out with the Gold, in with the Blue

Darling, wrap me in your cloak of moody blue today
I hear the words you spoke pour from skies tumbled and gray
There’s an essence in cool blue that warm gold cannot acquire
Stirring in me, thoughts of you, and longing and desire…

Darling, some prefer the sky of sun and azure blue
Flawless, perhaps save for a straggling billowy cloud or two
But there’ something ‘bout your glowering scowl that stirs the want in me
As your sullen fury howls across the field and sea

Darling, hold me in your touch of blue and stormy passion
Don’t withhold your gaze from me, undo me with an ocean
Pouring from the lowered hem of gray and misty blue
Soon sun’s gold will flower again…and steal my want of you

Darling, there’s a kindred spirit pouring from the sky
Rushing through me as I hear it; a song, a moan, a sigh
Darling, I'm comfortable in your arms of moody blue today
Your tears are soft, your breath is warm, you are not far away…

Janet Martin

I can’t help it…
I love rainy days.

The Unadorned Truth

I’d like to say it isn’t fair
And that somehow you lured me in
And I was caught quite unaware
By your fair charm and roguish grin

I’d like to say that true blue eyes
Are definitely not to blame
And that they did not hypnotize
Whilst quite willingly I came

I’d like to say I did not fall
Hopelessly for your blue eyes
But you would not hear me at all
Discern-er of my fumbling lies

Janet~

A Little Bit of Heaven.....

The way I caught you looking
When you thought I wasn’t looking
The way you almost smiled
When you saw that I saw you
The way you brush the sorrows
And the worry of tomorrows
From my eyes without touching me at all
The way the thoughts of you silently fall
Maybe that’s God’s extra-special way
Of giving me a little heaven every day

The way she holds on to me
For a second every morning
The way she runs back in if she forgets her kiss
Standing on her tip-toes, hug and run, I love you, mom
The tip of her nose gets the kiss I almost miss
Honey, don’t forget your lunch today
Sonny, know this, God hears you when you pray
Who knew heaven came in eyes so blue
In little words like Bye mom, I love you
Maybe it’s God’s extra-special way
Of giving me a little heaven every day

I hold a little longer to the moments as they’re slipping
And I wish that I was stronger for even as I’m gripping them
They slip away and soon become the fields of yesterday
But oh, I see you looking and you know that I am looking
No one would miss us if we slipped away
A little bit of heaven must have slipped from the horizon
As I hear the things that only eyes can say
Maybe it’s God’s extra-special way
Of giving me a little heaven every day

Janet~

Perfect Hurt...........

When I look at a sunset
It almost steals my breath away
And sometimes as I view earth’s beauty
I don’t know what to say
There are no words to quite describe
A sky of perfect blue
And I feel all of this combined
When I look at you

You steal my breath away
There is no perfect word
To say what I want to say
But there’s a perfect hurt
It washes over me
In countless shades of blue
It’s pleasure’s agony
Every time I look at you

I’m glad we cannot reach
The vastness of the sky
And mar the endless glory
God reveals o’er you and I
I’m glad no one can touch
The aching in my soul
And mar the love I have for you
The hurt that keeps me whole

You steal my breath away
Oh, what a perfect hurt
I’m glad there is no way
To find the perfect word…….


Janet~

The sky is perfect blue today….

The 'Blue Hour'.......

Blue-moon shimmers on fields of frost
Cold, blue glimmers on limbs wind tossed
Blue dusk gathers upon the snow
As dark blue whispers murmur low
Blue-tipped reeds shiver and bend
Blue-lipped moans weep on the wind
Blue horizons touch the sky
Where the long, blue shadows lie
Here is the hour of blue light
After day and before night

Janet~

The ‘blue hour’ is a little later every week!!!
I love to watch the ‘blue hour’ deepening, deepening…..

Intangible You.........

I only want a piece of you
To touch between your words
I cannot clasp within my hands
Some sentiment I’ve heard
I cannot brush my fingertips
Across the silent air
Or hold between my trembling lips
The echo of your prayer

I want a piece of you to quench
The sorrow in my hunger
Between my fists I cannot clench
The echo of last summer
I cannot reach to touch the wind
Or blue skies up above me
Tell me, is there anything
At all that you can give me?

I only want a piece of you
But that defies all reason
I cannot hold the color blue
The softness of your breathing
And just a little piece of you
Could never satisfy me
I realize, the whole of you
Is wrapped up deep inside me

Janet~

Into the Blue......

The moon casts her glow like a silver path
On the gleaming snow where twinkling stars laugh
As down from the sky, in wavering strains
Drifts the melody of warmer refrains
A snowflake spirals to the tip of my tongue
I taste it and smile; for a moment I am young
And I reach; reach up to the starry clime
But I cannot touch the passage of time
Or the pieces of you that have slipped away
Into the blue of yesterday

Janet~

In My Hurry

I never treasured you
As I should have
Or even recognized you
For whom you would be
….and now you are gone
I can never have you back
You will not return
So I can hold you again
The way you should be held….
To fully touch and taste you
I remember your scent
It taunts me now
You have become
The ache in my throat
The silent bleeding in my heart
I write of you
For you haunt me
In the misty morning
Or in the quiet low-light of the day
Or when the night is the color of you……
Intangible blue
Am I in love with you?
….or simply mourning the passing of myself
You have never changed
You are
And have always been
The past………
The irretrievable, untouchable past
Tomorrow, today’s raw, relentless wind
Will join you
As soft rain begins to fall

Janet~

Never let the moment
You hold slip away
Lest, while you’re not looking
It becomes
Yesterday

J~

Almost.........

Down the midnight lane with you
I have strolled a time or two
With no other sound at all
But our muffled foot-steps fall
And I almost feel the grip
Of your fleeting finger-tips
And I almost see your smile
Gee, but it has been awhile
And I almost hear the rain
Dashing ‘gainst my window-pane
And I almost see the light
In your green eyes burning bright
And I almost feel the flame
In the echo of your name
The sky is almost perfect blue
…..and I almost thought of you……..

Janet~

Lady in Blue.....

The hem of her cloak
Drapes softly across the earth
In rich blue folds

The gleam of her brooch
Draws every eye
To the brilliant jewel of gold

She is most assuredly
The queen of the ball tonight
Spectators of her beauty are we

Speechless, with awe and wonder
We marvel at the sight
As she ravishes us with humility

Janet~

Summer's Farewell

I guess you noticed the way that the sun
Wept yellow love from the sky
You couldn’t resist the way that she kissed
The brook that went laughing by
The ivy that clung to the wall of cold stone
Gleamed like the light in my eye
I guess you noticed that it’s a great day
Perfect for saying good-bye

Azure and gold are the colors of love
Nature’s most tender caress
But I feel a cold wind moan from above
Beneath heavens happiness
I see the silhouette of a dance
A slow-churning quadrille of grief
A wave of despair hovering in the air
Like the flight of a wind-blown leaf

I guess you noticed the hint of a chill
Like the strain of a distant lute
Wafted upon a scarlet arm
With a mandolin and flute
And off in the distance of this perfect day
I see a blue tear in the sky
For I see you softly drifting away
In this perfect day for good-bye

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Janet Martin

Wanderlust.......

Lead me through pleasant pastures today
The sky is pure blue and the earth a display
Of God’s vibrant palette in brilliant delight
Let’s cherish these hours before it is night

Lead me ‘cross these oceans of amber and rust
Beneath a pavilion of blue wanderlust
If blue has perfection then today must be
A celestial masterpiece of infinity

Lead me to the cool of the dark timberline
Where wildflowers pool in ravishing design
And the silence is broken by one tender breeze
Playing her harp in the grass and the trees

Lead me across this earth’s carpet of beauty
Freedom is cursed in the shackles of duty
It’s good for a body to just get away
Oh, lead me across pleasant pastures today

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Janet Martin