02 March 2015

The Weight of Blue


Back when I didn't yet know that goodbyes 
might be final, when time stretched generously to places
untraveled, back when you and I lived
in the pink bloom bubble of always, 
blue came, wrapped us in crenalated
folds dampening other colors, tamping down  
heartfire as it introduced finality. W
bowed under the weight of blue.






Posted for Flash 55 Plus for Kerry O'Connor at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads who asked us to add the element of color to our 55 words. I took the photo in the Montparnasse Cemetery in Paris.

19 comments:

  1. "We bowed under the weight of blue." Sad but it does happen too often.

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  2. The weight of blue can be heavy indeed. Lovely, thanks. K. (Manicddaily)

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    1. It was interesting to say it with color.

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  3. I like your entry into this with "when I didn't yet now..." I read the whole poem a couple of times because it was so enjoyable!

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  4. Somehow that weight is something we truly don't really understand until we have felt it...

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    1. And then we're astounded we survive it.

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  5. Nicely done. Guess I've been bowing under the weight of blue lately!

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    1. It's a heavy weight and I'm so sorry you're under it. Blessings on you and your family.

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  6. We don't understand the weight of blue until it rests upon us...beautifully penned

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  7. This is a poignant write, Mary. I remember the innocence of those days, before we knew goodbye could be forever. Blue is the perfect color for this piece.

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