Blue
BLUE
Looking down
I saw looking up
the sky so brilliant
in the five petals
of the forget-me-not,
centered inside with
a puff of cloud white,
a flurry of blue
above spring green.
Looking up
I saw looking down
the breath of life
in the sky so blue;
the wet of rain
in the cloud of dew;
a promise remembered
of the earth renewed.
Photography and Poetry by Sheri Edwards
NaPoWriMo 19
3.15.19
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker
I love the playful looking down and looking up…the sky in the flower, life in the sky. And you already know I am hooked on blue right now!
Yes– I just read your “blue” vacation! A wonderful experience that brought back my own memories which I wrote as a comment:
“splashing up waves
of frothy salty foam, intricate as lace.
Our eyes follow the lacy white
into a spectrum of blues” —
that frisk and flow
between my toes,
tickling a memory
of long ago
giggles
while racing,
stamping
each
flow.
Adapted from Kim’s Water Blues