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Blue Earthy blue under the crow’s wing where black seems all but total. The bluesheen, the shaft and flow of dark and feather. The baptismal blue of the ocean breaking for the first time over land and rock. Earthy blue under eyelash smudge and vein, tired hand, and pressing thumb. The blue streaking, bruising from the inside, to the late night roll and twitch of no sleep. Sleep, o beautiful sleep, must be blue. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: thomas romanelli On Date: 2004-02-07 18:59:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.00000
This is really nice, Jane. I love your idea--expressions of the color blue in it's various aspects (The baptismal blue of the ocean breaking for the first time over land and rock--wow, that is beautiful! ) You seem to have a great talent for imagery. On second thought, I don't think it's really nice, I think it's brilliant!