Blue Is All I See


Blue Is All I See

How to spell a loss that returns year after year,
casting a pall on a season of joy?

Words do not suffice when every carol
is shadowed by the blues, without
the light in your eyes, gathered
from those who gathered around you.

I gather that blue and imagine you here,
your light shining upon us, the blues
the farthest thing from my mind.

This is my response to MTB: Synesthesia, the prompt from Grace at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to incorporate music in a poem from the perspective of a synesthete.

23 thoughts on “Blue Is All I See

    • Thank you, Kerfe.
      That mingling is like a connection that’s always in flux. There are the expected reminders that can be anticipated. It’s the random ones that give me pause. This is always on my mind at this time of year, but I find myself viewing it differently from year to year. Maybe that’s part of being a poet.

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