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

March Maître d’

Lovely sky-flower, 

Sweet solar-plume, 

You have the power 

To set hearts a-bloom!

She is able to beguile

Even misers by Her smile

Weather-forecasters would be hated, I fear

If ever She chose to disappear

(I have heard people rant at the weatherman when the sun has not made an appearance for a while , and he had to remind them that he is merely the messenger and has no power over Her;)

It's Weekly  Wikem-time . Wanna know what that is? See Definition here, then play, won't you?

The Sun is by far the brightest object in the sky; Wikipedia

You wake the world with gold, behold

Another day begins, and we

Seem cheerier somehow, all told

When kissed by heaven’s maître d’

You warm the brook and free its dance

Not with a rough-neck yank and kick

But with caresses you romance

Winter with winsome limerick

…and on the pond where skaters twirled

And whirled while you watched from afar

You reach from some strange outer world

To splash its sash with broken star

…where now the loafing dreamer lies

Reborn beneath your smile as you

Scrawl soft upon earth’s stirring sighs

The sprawling shadow, gray, not blue

…and those of more and middle years

Are suddenly much younger too

As they inhale your elixir

Then dare to dream a dream or two

…beneath you, world-wide super-star

As old as time, still you impress

Each generation, for you are

The maître d’ of happiness

© Janet Martin

Don't you love it when you think it's going to be a cloudy day and suddenly the sun breaks through in a grand Hallelujah Chorus?!

Beyond Progress...

 Last week I didn't get a chance to write a 'progress' wikem. 

Did you know that progress has not progressed to the point that it can explain itself to wikipedia?:-)

it suggests that it may refer to ' the idea that the world can become increasingly better in terms of science, technology, modernization, liberty, democracy, quality of life, etc  .wikipedia

Progress threatens to mess with the things that matter

But it cannot

Touch the sun on its way to high-noon as shutters

Of day unlock

Progress torments nature but cannot quell

Burgeoning bud

Where Spring will fill bared bowers with flower-shower-
Praises to God

Progress plans, but is powerless to improve

Foundations laid

All it accomplishes cannot be done without

What God first made

...and progress with earthy exclamation cries,

'look what we did!'

While the sun rises and sets, replenishing skies

Above its grid

What God first made, progress cannot better

Or usurp, no

In spite of countless conveniences, it can never

Steal heaven's show

© Janet Martin

I don't know how often I've said, 'I'm glad we cannot mess with the sky'!