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.