This is a poem I wrote some years ago. And the painting I did some several lifetimes ago. Like most of my possessions from that time, I lost the painting in a relationship divorce. I guess they didn't want to take the poetry. Anyway, both of my creations seem to fit each other and matches my mood tonight. I gotta get home soon, I'm missing my family and any real friends or relationships I ever had.
Hey, every post on here can't be upbeat.
Blue
Blue is the color formed before my eyes most often.
Turquoise, slate-gray or green blue…
Ocean blue, sky blue, deep sea water blue.
My eyes are brown most often, but lately, with what they have witnessed,
these eyes are changing a color more blue than often noticed.
Hues of blue both felt and seen…more than often.
Tears not clear, but tinged with blue, cloudless blue, blackened blue,
undeniably blue.
I blew a kiss to the one I longed to love and it was not returned.
Now I remain, most often and more times than not,
blue…
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