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
blue came, wrapped us in crenalated
folds dampening other colors, tamping down
heartfire as it introduced finality. We
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.
This is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks, MZ.
Delete"We bowed under the weight of blue." Sad but it does happen too often.
ReplyDeleteand sometimes too young...
DeleteThe weight of blue can be heavy indeed. Lovely, thanks. K. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteIt was interesting to say it with color.
DeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteWe were so young and we knew nothing.
DeleteSomehow that weight is something we truly don't really understand until we have felt it...
ReplyDeleteAnd then we're astounded we survive it.
DeleteNicely done. Guess I've been bowing under the weight of blue lately!
ReplyDeleteIt's a heavy weight and I'm so sorry you're under it. Blessings on you and your family.
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteGrazie.
DeleteWe don't understand the weight of blue until it rests upon us...beautifully penned
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susie.
DeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteThose good-byes grow us up fast.
DeleteThat is soooo beautiful, Mary.
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