You left me an inept seafarer alone in a boat full of holes. The ocean flows with a blue ~that sinks~ and transcends What am I now? I’m just a bluebird in a gilded cage tweeting my words into clouds ~shaped like mouths~ of a cat – can you smell the ocean on my breath?
Sarah hosts Poetics today at dVerse and writes:
So tonight, let’s write blue. A splash of blue, an ocean of blue, a shimmer of blue. Gaze into the distance, or look down at the sapphire on your finger. Take us to the Blue Ridge Mountains or the Blue Lagoon. Hand me a Blue Monday cocktail, slap some blues on the juke box and let’s poem.
35 thoughts on “Blue”
Fun shaping. I like how a sinking boat has the same shape as cat’s breath 😉
Thanks, Maria! I had fun combining some of my older twitter poetry (poetryin13) into a bit longer piece focused on “blue.” 💖
I really like you poem. I can imagine your boat full of holes. We all start out naïve and innocent it seems. I like your surreal ending! Cats do have ocean breath!
Thanks, Dwight! Glad you enjoyed it! 😻
You are welcome!
I love the shape and layout of this poem, Tricia, the way it moves, ocean-like, and the idea of the idea of an ‘inept seafarer alone in a boat full of holes’ pulled me right in with a splash of blue. And then it shifts to the bluebird and the cat – an elemental poem of water, air and earth, steeped in ocean breath.
Yes! Thanks for your thoughts, Kim! 💓
I love this breath of ocean, Tricia. And a clever allusion to Twitter woven in there too!
Thanks, Ingrid! 💕
I love blue because the heart is known by its smashing washing singing color. All of that here, Blue is light and dappled, too, especially here; the beauty in grief, the scent of the sea on one’s heaving breath. Well done Tricia –
Appreciate your thoughts, Brendan! 💝
I SO feel this, Tricia. You nailed it.
Thank you! 💖
Beautiful imagery with matching verses!
This is splendid Tricia. Loved the concept and perspective. I think we can all relate to that hole-filled love-boat.
Thanks, Rob! Yes, we all sink a little in the blue at times!
Sea-faring alone in a battered boat. Yes, that is much like a failing relationship-and the mouth-shaped clouds. I can see the lips when I look up. Lovely, Tricia.
Yes, a little abstract, but I was hoping relatable, thanks! 💙
The poetry soars & the vid washes me away. Great work, TS.
(PS: major congrats on Ashes To Ashes at 50 Word Stories http://fiftywordstories.com/2021/05/12/tricia-sankey-ashes-to-ashes/ You rock, Sister.)
I just realized I was published there today! 🥳🎉 I need to do a post, thanks for the heads up!
Followed your link Ron but couldn’t manage to leave a msg there … good one Tricia!
Thanks! Excited to have it published! 🎉
love the vivid imagery here, great analogy for life! Congrats 🙂
Thanks, Kate! ❤
Thanks so much! 💝
Again, I like your use of space. Oceans and separation seem to be recurring themes in the blue challenge. You loop back to the ocean through a transition from tweeting bird to ocean breath cat. Are they symbolic?
Thanks, Sean! I would say it’s the ocean breath from the words of the bird, the song from the gilded cage, which is an entrapment, much like the ocean entrapped the boat in the beginning. There is the allusion to Arthur Lamb’s poem, “A bird in a gilded cage.” I liked the idea of a bluebird carrying the blue ocean of that drowning feeling. Thanks for asking! 💕
I like the questioning ending!
Thanks so much, Jane! 💖
I love how you do your poem… how much you can say in so few words… and the way you bridge your stanzas coming to that excellent conclusion.
Appreciate your kind comments Bjorn! 💝