Friday, June 3, 2011

Friday June 3, 2011



The Color Bue

The trail I follow with my eyes
Is a trail upon which my
Feet will never walk
The trail leads deep and far away
The trail is the color blue
The color of the distance
The color of far horizons
The color of longing
The color of your eyes
When you look into mine

If I walked that trail
As I approached the destination
The color blue would disappear
Up close all would change
No longer that lovely shade of blue
Shade of longing
Shade of you
The distance must be kept
The sacred space
Allowed to be
Like the golden fish
Flashing in water
Removed
Becomes dull no longer shines

It is not a trail to travel
Only to be known
To visit in the imagination
Still lovely
Still blue
Color of longing
Color of you

15 comments:

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Annell,
Oh this is so beautiful. It feels so beautiful too.
I like the idea that it is concerned with someone special!

Best wishes, Eileen

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

Longing a feeling and blue a color...combined you have created sweet magic.

flaubert said...

Beautiful poem about a beautiful colour, Annell.

Pamela

Tess Kincaid said...

We don't have that shade of blue in my neck of the woods.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a beautiful poem. I love it that my poem sparked something this lovely, and also that it is for Mary. This is simply a gift, all around, to anyone who reads it. Well done, my talented friend.

Mary said...

Annell, your poem is beautiful. I am so touched. I am reading it with tears in my eyes. Thank you! I will 'keep' this one to return to. (And, by the way, blue is my favorite color.)

Shaista said...

Just wonderful Annell.. blue is so much more than a colour. It is longing itself.

Elizabeth said...

Thank you Annell for being so aware and thoughtful. You care deeply and it shows in your poetry. This is a beautiful tribute. Thanks from all of us who understand and feel the same,

Elizabeth

flaubert said...

Annell, when I first read this, I didn't see mention of it being written for Mary. That changes the whole landscape of this poem. What a wonderful present to give her.

Pamela

Judy Roney said...

Your poem for Mary is just beautiful.

Mary said...

It is a present indeed, Annell!

Poets United said...

As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. You imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

Mr. Walker said...

Annell, what a beautiful poem. A trail that you cannot walk - what a lovely metaphor - and you explored it so well. (If purple wasn't my favorite color, blue would be.)

Richard

Dee Martin said...

lovely and sad - but very true too. Somethings, especially memory is best at a distance. If we try to hold too tight it disappears.

Peggy said...

What a lovely gift for a lovely blue-eyed friend. I like the creative images and the blue blue sky in the photo as well.

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