Judy Zarrella

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.

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