Blue Is The Color of Good-bye

 Surveys in the US and Europe show that blue is the colour most commonly associated with harmony, faithfulness, confidence, distance, infinity, the imagination, cold, and sometimes with sadness wikipedia

Blue is the color

On the spectrum

Between

The now

That is

And the what-

Has-been

Darling, the air is

Saturated

With hello

Where I

Underestimated

The longevity of

Good-bye

Blue is a bastion

Its ether hold

Throbs with 

the past in

Juxtaposed

Eons

Of gold

Blue in boundless

Shades

Fills Time's pleading eyes

Bleeding with the aftermath

Of

Inevitable

Goodbyes

© Janet Martin

Linking to wikems today:)

Good-bye Vera Wideman. Rest in Peace.

Hugs and prayers to you, Keith and Dar
on the loss of dear Mother.

Blue Everywhere

Wikem again:) care to try one? You never know where a prompt will take you. Hop on and see?! Everyone welcome on the wikem-train!

  there is no blue pigment in blue eyes. Distant objects appear more blue because of another optical effect called atmospheric perspective.  wikipedia

Ether illusion

Whimsical When

Draining an ocean

To fill a pen

Darling of dreamers

Lost lullaby

Summer forever

Cupped in your sigh

Belle of a brave heart

Boast of bygone

Blanket of God-art

Breathtaking yon

Banter of breezes

Decanter drained

Into embraces

Barely contained

Slip of a whisper

Spills to the air

Stirring the silence

Blue everywhere

© Janet Martin

The Blue of You...

 Another wikem.

Blue:The modern English word blue comes from Middle English bleu or blewe, from the Old French bleu, a word of Germanic origin, related to the Old High German word blao.^[2] The clear sky and the deep sea appear blue because of an optical effect known as Rayleigh scattering. When sunlight passes through the atmosphere, the blue wavelengths are scattered more widely by the oxygen and nitrogen molecules, and more blue comes to our eyes. Rayleigh scattering also explains blue eyes; there is no blue pigment in blue eyes. Distant objects appear more blue because of another optical effect called atmospheric perspective. Wikipedia

You stun in sweep of sanguine sky,

And splay in surge of sea

Mirrored like summer in blue eyes

Then caught inside of me

You wander where the fence-line curves

And dips toward the lane

Your bachelor-button vim and verve

Cups canticles of rain

You linger lonely in the dusk

Then light the wick of dawn

You bend the air when breeze is brusque

With dust of days long gone

You drench the waves that wash the graves

Of July-jilted dreams

And drape your denim-tenured gaze

Through yesterday's requiems

You clothe the sprawling afternoon

That always disappears

Into the fabric of your swoon

Like forget-me-not tears

© Janet Martin

Blue and I

Blue is the colour between violet and green 

on the optical spectrum of visible light. Wikipedia

Yay! It's wikem-time. Thank-you Sasha!

I drove her away from country hills robed in virgin green, dappled with violets beneath an endless sweep of blue

to her concrete vista of highrises, buses, people
and daydreams waiting to come true...

I miss you

With all the colors

In the world

Blue.

Sometimes I wonder

If you

Miss me that way

Too

Letting go

Is hard

But holding on

Is harder

And just between

You and me

Blue

Is my favorite color

You grab your backpack

Wave, I smile

We brave farewell with 

'I'll call'

You turn toward the bus-stop

I forgot

You were so 

Small

Then, I miss you

Like the first time

I let go

Of you

While a world full of color 

blurs

Into one big drop of

Blue

  

© Janet Martin

Sage's Promise... Two-for-two Tues.

Every year PAD'S two-for-two Tues. includes this prompt: 
write a love poem. write an anti-love poem

Maybe in time her heart will not lurch

At the mention of you

Where the color blue

And thought of you merge

Maybe, in time she will find

Who she was before your ‘love’

Fell, lifeless as the glove

A straggler left behind

Maybe in time, Time's ripple effect

Will ripple beyond her reach

...the waves that wash across the beach

Not charged with echoes they resurrect

And, maybe, maybe after a while

Time will, as sage's promise, 'heal’

And then maybe she will feel

The laughter that wears her smile

© Janet Martin