Blue Poems
BLUE
This closed eye.
Godless. Godforsaken.
Bluebird. Dead.
The crushed egg.
Blue bruise.
Blue vein pulsating.
Blue as a blunt blade.
For-get-me-not.
Cracked blue halo.
Blue idiom. Blue embrace.
Feverish blue.
Like midnight, sometimes.
Casual blue.
A gesture of hands.
BULB
Amazing burst of beauty
shimmering
on a fragile stem.
Purple bells
nodding in a crystal glass.
My baby daughter’s eyes
open to the world.
Love is (like) this.
CRITIQUE OF A PHONECALL
When ringing
stay calm.
Remember to remember
every word
and record the silences.
Listen to the laughter
broken by indrawn breath.
The fractured sentence,
Changing the subject;
Spiralling into nonsense.
Listen to background sounds.
Rhythm, hum, and glass shatter.
Remember to write a letter tomorrow
specifically to say
every word was heard.
Hang up gently.
ANOTHER BLUE POEM
How shall I live
what on earth
shall I do?
Blinding blue.
Ethereal blue with a touch
of white.
A Nietzschean hot star –
‚Oh blue melancholy‘.
Minor third, a bit flat,
worried not.
Blue is the colour
of strangled victims.
The examining Angels consider
the evidence.
Certain drugs
stimulate a sensitivity
to blue.
Remember this:
Nostradamus prophesied
the Anti-Christ
would wear a blue turban.
Ssh, Ssh, I’m walking slowly.
The bright sound of pain
pushes me
to the edge of a blue wave.
Artery blood
is the bluest red.
Grief and loneliness
makes blue fools
of everyone.