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.
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The mingling of time and emotions…beautiful Ken. (K)
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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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Sometimes the smallest thing sets off a flood. I do think poetry helps us to see things in different and often unexpected ways.
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That accentuated grief of those not present at special gathering times, this really evoked my emotions.
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Thank you, Paul. It’s a season of emotional connections.
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I’ve run a bit raw this year, sigh.
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So tender Ken.
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Thank you, Linda.
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This is beautiful, Ken. “I gather that blue and imagine you here,. . .”
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Thank you, Merril.
My father’s blue eyes carried through for all of my siblings. They always had a light in them, especially when he was pleased, as in family gatherings.
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How wonderful!
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The season of Christmas is when you feel absent the most… a very blue feeling against the bright backdrop of the season.
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Like a reminder of what is important.
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Your poem really evokes something special. It is sad and tender, and blue.
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Thank you. 🙂
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A great poem Ken… now you can play blue christmas by Elvis!!
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Earworm!
( Thanks, Dwight. 🙂 )
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:>)
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So poignant! Sending love and light 💝
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🙂 Thank you, Sanaa.
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You’re most welcome! 🙂
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a poignant remembering and it is very difficult this year with the pall you mention cast over the season for the still-living.
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Thank you, Lisa. Remembering the good times makes it easier.
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