All colides,
An azure confusion
Of chaos subsiding.
Spawned out of darkness into time.
Colour from vapour,
Blurring and charging,Echo and turbulent,
Celestial and marine,
Mixing and forming,
Searching to be
Out of the blue
The storm is still,
A sight of inverted anarchy
Is good
They say.
The storm is still
Inside;
Writhing under a surgeon's knife.
Millennia have not untangled
This lingering Siamese collaboration
Of sea and sea.
Silently,
Under whispering dusk
You are
Transfusing creation,
Making new
And though my sail is set
To glide your ocean,
... and on we go, forever forming .. changing. I like the mood you captured.
ReplyDeleteAnciently massive...and yet somehow a bit lost. A smallness there.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant word play--I do so dig a good vocabulary. :)
I especially like the use of the idiom "out of the blue" followed by "the storm is still".
ReplyDeletebeautiful! LOVE the ending!
ReplyDeletethank you for participating at Poetry Jam!
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dani
This is a beautiful poem. And I love how you used two different meanings of blue so very effectively!
ReplyDeleteA stunningly beautiful poem. I was especially taken with the last stanza and its closing lines. Very lovely.
ReplyDeleteCan't find words to say what I felt.....all the universe is there in your blue...
ReplyDeletewish someone would glide my ocean....
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful use of blue. Loved the flow and sway of the words wrapped up with a perfect ending
ReplyDeleteLovely ... it grasped me from all corners !!!
ReplyDeleteMillennia have not untangled
ReplyDeleteThis lingering Siamese collaboration
Of sea and sea....love those lines...and esp what follows...it is a beautiful reassurance....really nice piece...
Thanks to everyone who commented on this. Really nice to get feedback on this one as I wrote it a long time ago and only recently rediscovered it. It had been sitting unseen in a notebook for many years so it's nice to put it out there and hear your views...
ReplyDeleteAnd though my sail is set
ReplyDeleteTo glide your ocean,
I am blue.
Gotta love old notebooks! I found that last bit rather intriguing... it surprised me and made me go back and read the whole thing again in a different light. Turbulence beneath the melancholy...